Текст песни Сергей Есенин - Пахнет рыхлыми драченами

Smells like loose fighters;
There is kvass at the doorstep,
Above the chiseled stoves
Cockroaches climb into the groove.

Soot curls over the flap,
In the stove there are threads of populists
And on the bench for a salt shaker -
Husk of raw eggs.

Mother won't get along with the grips,
Bends down low
The old cat sneaks up to the mahot
For fresh milk.

Restless chickens cackle
Over the shafts of the plow,
There is a slender mass in the yard
Roosters are singing.

And in the window into the canopy,
From shy noise,
From the corners the puppies are curly
Crawl into the clamps