Текст песни Мария Бунтарская - Душа грустит о небесах - Сергей Есенин

The soul longs for heaven ,
She unearthly cornfields lodger .
I love it when the tree
Green Fire moves.

In other branches of gold trunks ,
Like candles , warm before the mystery
And the flourish of words star
On their initial foliage .

I understand the ground verb
But I did not brush off the flour ,
How to reflect in the waters of dollars
Suddenly the sky became a comet .

Since horses are not shake their tails
The ridges of the drinking moon ...
Oh, if only germinate eyes
As these leaves deep.