Анна Ахматова (перевод Федор Черногоров) - Музе (To the Muse) | Текст песни

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• Анна Ахматова (перевод Федор Черногоров)
• Музе (To the Muse)

To the Muse
Muse - my sister glanced at my face
Sight of her crystal and clear
And she has taken a golden ring off
First present of spring disappeared

Muse! Can you see how happy all are
Lasses and women and widows
I'd rather die at once at the rack
Only not wear these fetters

Knowing and guessing I also would pluck
Delicate daisy flower
Must on this Earth everyone try
Going through torture of being a lover

Burning a candle at window all night
And missing and longing for no one
But I don't want, I don't want, I don't want
Know how one kissing another

Mirrors would tell me tomorrow at laugh:
"Sight your not bright and not clear..."
Quietly answer: "She's taken away
Present divine - disappeared".