Текст песни Сергей Есенин - На последок..

Pensive crowns also froze
All the same sky - the colors of turquoise
Everything is as before, only standards
Inaccessible, forbidden beauty.

Beloved, who are you loved now?
Who do you think of separation, dusk?
With whom is she stupid, right and naive?
Who is reverent in intimate silence?

Sorry for the thoughts, these are echoes
Silence ringing under oppression
And instead of white - black stripes
And the rods of feelings are not yellow flowers

I promise - this is the last thing
In a forgotten wound, salt appeared
Forget me! And my eye is a shade
Who burned hard liquor.