Текст песни Мария Бунтарская - Был он ревнивым, тревожным и нежным - Анна Ахматова

He was jealous , anxious and tender ,
As God's sun, she loves me ,
And so it is not singing about the same ,
He killed my bird white .

Saying , entering at sunset in the parlor :
" Love me , laugh , write poetry! "
And I buried cheerful bird
At the round well of the old alder .

He promised that will not cry ,
But the stone became my heart ,
And it seems to me that it is always and everywhere
I hear her sweet voice.