Текст песни Романсы на слова Есенина - Не жалею, не зову, не плачу

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I do not regret, do not call, do not cry,
All will be held as a white apple smoke.
Withering covered with gold,
I will no longer young.

You're not going to fight too,
Heart touched chill,
And the country birch calico
Do not tempt wander barefoot.

Spirit hobo! you're less likely, at least
Rasshevelivaesh flame mouth
Oh, my lost freshness,
Riot of the eyes and a flood of feelings!

I am now in a desire to become meaner,
My life, Or you dreamed about me?
Like I spring echoing ranyu
I rode on a pink horse.

All of us, all of us in this world is perishable,
Quiet flows Copper leaves ...
Be thou ever blessed,
What came to bloom and die.

1921