Текст песни песня на стих С. Есенина - на московских изогнутых лицах

Yes ! Now - decided not to return
I left his native land
I do not will foliage cruise
Above me ringing poplar .
Low my house for a long time slouched
My old dog has long died.
Crooked streets of Moscow
Die to know God has judged me
I love this city elm
Let it bloated and let odryah
Gold drowsy Asia
Doth rest on the domes
And when at night the moon shine ,
When the light ... God knows how!
I'm going head overhangs,
Alley in a familiar tavern
A noise in this eerie lair ,
But all night long until dawn ,
I read poems prostitutes
And bandits fry alcohol.
The heart beats more and more often ,
And since I 'm not in vpopad :
& quot; I am the same as you were gone,
I now do not go back & quot ;.
Low house without me hunched ,
My old dog has long died.
Crooked streets of Moscow
Dying to know God has judged me
S.Esenin
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& quot; Old & quot; & quot; Labik & quot; Forever !!!