Текст песни Стихи - Есенин - брату человеку

Brother man

It's hard and sad for me to see ,
As my brother dying mother .
And I 'm trying all the hate ,
Who is at odds with his silence.

Look how he is working in the field,
Plow plow the hard ground ,
And you listen to songs about grief
As he sings , walking groove .

Or do you not pity tender
By the sufferer with harrow plow ?
See you inevitable death itself ,
A pass by his side .

Help the fight nilly ,
Drenched with wine , and with want !
Or you can not hear , he laments shares
In his song , furrow going ?