Текст песни Алексей Горшенев - Мы теперь уходим понемногу

We now leave little
In a country where peace and quiet .
Maybe soon my way
Mortal collect belongings .

I have many thoughts in the silence of thought ,
Many songs himself resigned ,
And this on the ground sullen
Happy that I breathed and lived .

I know in the country will not be
These cornfields , in the mist .
That's why dear to me people
That live on land .

I know that do not bloom there thicket,
Does not ring -necked Swan rye.
Because before the host of the outgoing
I always feel a shiver

Esenin