Текст песни На стихи А.Ахматовой - Еще весна таинственная млела

Another spring mysterious thrilled ,
Wandered transparent wind through the mountains,
And deep lake was blue -
Baptist miraculous temple.

You were afraid of our first meeting ,
And I prayed for the second ,
And now once again a hot evening -
How low the sun began over the mountain ...

You're not with me , but it is not separation :
I every moment - the solemn message.
I know that you this meal,
That you can not utter a word .