Текст песни Есенина - Три на четыре

The old apartment three four
Too dark ...
We hear how to breathe, how we write hear
As usual, but ...
I feel eyes on her askance,
In it the bullets whistle, and break the spear
You can them to become and to be in the likeness
With priceless paintings cheap copy

What do you remember?
Well, nothing you do not know!
It all takes
After all, he disappears ...
And in the haze of the trams,
As the leaves are burned,
And I'm so scared
What I'm late.
Tired wings
Outstretched arms
And as if the fingers
feel the sound
Nashёptanny chorus,
scattered pile
Above this is essentially
small town
Without you...

The forgotten apartment three four
open window
Someone will hear and coins arise
Again on the edge, but ...
clothes dressed, trodden paths
From young to old Europe, America ...
We are linked by ties of unproven miracles
And a pair of forgotten for a thousand spoken ...