Sergei Yesenin. (№ 392574)

Sing, sing! On the damn guitar
Your fingers dance in a semicircle.
To drown in this frenzy,
My last and only friend.
Don't look at her wrist
And with the arms of her flowing silk.
I was looking at this woman happiness,
But I found perdition.
I didn't know what love is - an infection,
I didn't know what love is - the plague.
Approached and narrowed eyes
Bully brought to mind.
Sing, my friend. Bringing me back
Our previous violent early.
Let the kisses she Drugova,
Young beautiful stuff.
Oh wait. I did not swear.
Oh, wait. I did not swear.
Give you about myself, I'll play
Under the bass string.
Pouring days of my pink dome.
In heart of dreams gold scrip.
A lot of girls I felt his way through,
A lot of women in the corners pressed.
Yes! there is a bitter truth of land
I spied childish eye:
Lick in all dogs
Expiring bitch juice.
So what am I jealous of her.
So why did I hurt this.
Our life is a bed sheet Yes.
Our life - a kiss Yes in a whirlpool.
Sing, sing! The fateful span
These hands fatal trouble.
Only you know, send them to dick...
I shall not die, my friend, never.