Текст песни Анна Ахматова - Памяти Сергея Есенина чит. А. Дубровский

So you can just leave this life,
Cleverly and godlessly burn out.
But not given to the Russian poet
To die with such a bright death.

Terrier lead to winged.
Heavenly will open the borders
Or hoarse horror with a whale of a shaggy
From the heart, like from a sponge, it will squeeze life.

1925