Текст песни Сергей Есенин - Устал я жить в родном краю

// Reads Sergei Bezrukov

I'm tired of living in my native land
The longing for the expanses of buckwheat,
I leave my hut,
I'll go a tramp and a thief.

I go for the white curls of the day
Search miserable dwelling.
And another favorite at me
Sharpen the knife for the bootleg.

In the spring and the sun in the meadow
Entwined with yellow road
And the one whose name the shore,
I drive out from the doorway.

Once again, I'll be back in the fold,
Another man happy to be comforted,
The green evening under the window
On the sleeve of her hanged.

White willow at the fence
Softer head tilt.
And I neobmytogo
Under the bark of a dog buried.

A month would swim and swim,
Dropping a paddle on the lakes ...
And Russia will still live,
Dance and cry at the fence.

// Sergei Yesenin [1915-1916]