That "Angleterre", Yesenin hung,
Soul hostage poet,
He gave freedom here ...
Spring thaw tears,
And here I am on my knees, too Love asked for mercy.
It is worth embracing,
Cut off the wings
"I'm sorry my friend, but there is no strength"
It sits next to Faith, touch shoulders,
"I ran out of everything, because I am not eternal
Another look for to help. "
Hope came in, spitting blood
Only he lit and silent ...
I understood everything
That hour of parting,
It's time to finish the meal,
In the sky to release soul,
And if there is a father of the Creator,
Do not give me the chance to return it,
And I drink the cup of sorrow ...