Текст песни Николай Якимчук - Александр Городницкий. Ахматова и Модильяни

The era of sad gaping
Where death is abundant.
Akhmatova and Modigliani,
Akhmatova and Gumilyov.
Heavenly manna from the Lord
The outcast cannot wait.
The novels were short
Both are unhappy.
Who only lived long summers
A secret is available, -
Artist or poet
A poet is incapable of love.
Don't complain about that in vain,
That everyone burned out before the deadline:
One choked on absinthe
Another was shot.
From those connections there was no sense,
And then the thread will stretch
Since both are for a long time
She managed to survive.
But with them, even if not enough,
Divided the bed and the shelter,
She bound them forever
Aliens from different worlds.
Like a bell ringing in the fog
A combination of words sounds:
“Akhmatova and Modigliani,
Akhmatova and Gumilev "

A.M. Gorodnitsky. See also his poems "Akhmatova" ("Kindle the flickering light in the morning on kerosene stoves") and "In memory of Anna Akhmatova" ("Ah, not soon, you will not soon find comfort")