Текст песни Фестиваль Света 2016 Санкт-Петербург - Анна Ахматова - Птицы смерти в зените стоят

The birds of death are at their zenith.
Who is going to rescue Leningrad?

Do not make noise around - he breathes,
He is still alive, he hears everything:

Like on a wet baltic bottom
His sons groan in their sleep,

As from the depths of his cries: "Bread!"
The sky reaches the seventh ...

But this firmament is ruthless.
And looking out of all the windows - death.

And it stands everywhere on the clock
And fear does not let go.