Текст песни Сергей Есенин - Отговорила роща золотая

Golden grove
Birch, cheerful language
And cranes, sadly flying,
I do not regret any more about anyone.

Who regret? After all, everyone in the world wanderer -
Will take place, will go again and leave the house.
Of all the dreams gone Konoplyannikov
With a wide month over the blue pond.

I stand alone among the bare plains,
A crane carries the wind away,
I am full of thoughts of youth, fun,
But nothing in the past I'm not sorry.

Do not pity me years wasted in vain
I do not pity my soul purple flowers.
In the garden, lit a bonfire of red rowan,
But no one warms it.

Not obgorite rowan brush
From yellow grass will not disappear,
As the tree drops quietly leaves
So I drop my sad words.

And if the wind mark,
Raked them all in one unnecessary com ...
Let's just say that the golden grove ...
Otgovorila nice language.