Текст песни Олег Риваж - Весенняя бурная молодость

Spring stormy youth
Woke up verbal peace
And Yesenin’s sonorous past
The thoughts of my swarm whistled.

Sing you, dashing kabatsky youth!
Sing for Russia, centuries of sorrow!
Decline father and mother
Those who rocked the boat of Russia!

Scream in silent lines
About intoxicated and love-burning;
And scatter the golden curls
Singing the Ryazan fog

Where distant darlings were
Where the talianka fell asleep
About the scandalous Russian piite,
Born in autumn gloomy.

And Yesenina stormy youth
Consuming like an old drunk,
I leaf through and anger is like a bell
Calls out loudly: "On board!"

Scrolling through the poet's roads!
Scrolling like a calendar!
And Russia, like a girl, was touched,
How cast down on the altar!

I scream in silent lines:
“Yesenin is alive! The scattering is alive! "
But the scum of a hundred years past
Object from the walls of the Kremlin graveyard.

Nearby were cute ...
And beneath them burned the earth.
Poets burned for Russia
Like the crown of Tsar Nicolas.

And Yesenina stormy youth
Rejects and attracts me!
I would be his friend il vorog,
But he was born at the wrong time.

01/02/2016