Текст песни Сергей Есенин читает С.Безруков - Гниёт во мне буйная юность

Rots in me riotous youth and gentle thrill and passion ,
Perhaps fate turned up is not the best in my life color ,
Or maybe just fall and yellow leaves around
With the rain brings me sadness nature formed a circle.
I dream of bygone summer , I have kept it does not love,
So you want to terribly drunk , that old vomit blood.
And it is unlikely to help drown sorrow vodka on the bottom,
In my life , I hope short , there is no place in a strange destiny.