Текст песни Сергей Есенин - О красном вечере задумалась дорога

On the evening of thoughtful red road
Rowan bushes misty depths.
Cabin-old jaw threshold
Chewing fragrant crumb silence.

Autumn cold kindly and humbly
Steals haze to oat court;
Through blue glass yellow-haired boy
Luchit galochyu eye on the game.

Embracing the pipe on the shed sparkles
Ash green of pink oven.
Someone is not, and thin-wind
About someone whispers, disappeared in the night.

Someone heels will not crumple of groves
Scherblёny gold leaf and grass.
Stringy gasp diving bells skinny,
Kisses nahohlennoy owl's beak.

All midst Khmara, in a stable peace and Sandman,
Road white pattern slippery ditch ...
And groaning softly barley straw,
Dangling from his lips nodding cows.

& lt; 1916 & gt;