Текст песни Майская - Новым поэтам

& quot; Gift of the poet - and fondle karyabat & quot; -
These things said to us once Yesenin.
And therefore at least not cry,
burying his face in the fragrant hay.
And therefore would not fall in love,
and therefore cease to be sad.
Now the poet stopped smiling,
new poet began to drink heavily.
New poets would understand:
Who are they? Is it worth it to live?
New poets would smile
and cease to reproach myself!
New poets is smaller
swear obscenities, wheezing smoke.
Every morning, the new day,
which is easy to love.
New poets stop to dig,
cry, suffer and live.
So you need to re-new smile
and about the suffering continue not grieve!