Текст песни Сергей Есенин - Заря Над Полем

Dawn over the field - like a red tyn.
Flowing on the tuchs of the pretense son.

Here the grandmother feed chickens.
Lights in the sky holy salary.

- Great, granddaughty!
- Great, light!

- Go to the hut.
- And at home?

- He repairs the nemid to catch heres.
- And a lot of my grandfather and a lot of days?

- Soon nine dozen winters.
And the granddaughters felt like white smoke.

My grandfather swam in the fog,
Where is the midday of invisible countries.

1917.