Текст песни Дикова Алевтина - Из памяти твоей я выну этот день...Ахматова

I will take this day out of your memory,
So that your helplessly foggy gaze asked:
Where I saw the Persian lilac
And swallows and a wooden house?

Oh, how often will you remember
Sudden yearning for unnamed desires
And look for brooding cities
The street that is not on the plan!

At the sight of every random letter
At the sound of a voice behind a half-open door
You will think: “Here she is
She came to the rescue of my disbelief. "