Текст песни Георгий Свиридов - Поэма памяти Сергея Есенина - 03. В том краю, где жёлтая крапива

In the land where yellow nettle
And dry fence,
Shelters in Verbier lonely
Cabin villages.

There in the fields of blue-grounds log,
The Green Lake,
It has been laid sandy road
Prior to the Siberian mountains.

Lost in Russia Mordovians and Tschudi,
Transcend her fear.
And go down that road people
People in shackles.

All of them are murderers or thieves,
As they tried rock.
I fell in love with their sad eyes
With depressions of the cheeks.

Many evil joy killers,
Their hearts are simple,
But the curve in blackened faces
Blue mouths.

I have a dream, hiding nezhu,
What do I clean heart.
But I'm someone slaughter
By autumn whistle.

And my Windmill sveyu,
By the l sand
Lead with a rope around his neck
Longing to love.

When passing a smile
I straightened the chest,
The language zalizhet weather
I am living my way.

1915