Монгол Шаудан - на стихи Есенина - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

(to Yesenin’s poems) Yes, now it has been decided without a return, I will leave my native lands. You will not be a foliage of winged, I need to ring the poplar. My low house has long been stuck. My old dog has long surpassed. On Moscow curved streets, God judged me to know to know. I love this city of Vyaznaya, let it be a flap and let it be lifting. Golden Drezmia Asia, surrounded on the domes. And when a month shines at night, when the hell is shining. I go with my head, leaving, a lane into a familiar tavern. The noise and gam in this den is terrible, and all night all night before dawn. I read poetry to prostitutes and fry alcohol with bandits. The heart beats more and more often, and I speak out of place. I am the same as you are missing, I can’t go back now.