Текст песни Сергей Есенин - Осенняя грусть

Rots me of riotous youth,
And gentle thrill and passion .
Perhaps fate turned up
Not the best in the life of the suit ...
Or maybe just be the fall
And yellow leaves around
With the rain brings me sorrow
Nature existing circle.
I dream of bygone summer ,
I love him not saved .
So you want to get drunk creepy ,
That old vomit blood.
And unlikely to help the vodka ,
Sorrow drowned at the bottom .
In my life , I hope short ,
There is no room in someone else's fate ...