Текст песни Алексей Фадеев - По дороге идут богомолки

Poems Sergei Yesenin
Music by Alexey Fadeev

The pilgrims are walking along the road
Wormwood and butt underfoot.
Spreading the pinch pegs
Crutches ring in the ditches.

Trample sandals across the field of the puppeteer,
Somewhere the neighing and snoring of the herd,
And calls them from the big bell tower
A resounding ringing like the tongue of cast iron.

The old women shake off the duley,
The girls knit to the toes.
From a courtyard with a high cell
The monks are looking at their scarves.

On the gates there are monastery signs:
"I will give rest to those who come to me,"
And the dogs scattered in the garden,
As if smelling the thieves in the threshing floor.

Twilight licks the gold of the sun
In the distant groves the ringing sounds ...
By the shade of a willow spindle
The praying mongers go to the canon.

1914