Текст песни Коваль Иван - Песня о Есенине

Song about Yesenin

Words and muses. Nurislan Ibragimova
Arrangement: Vitaly Balvas
Performed by: Ivan Koval
Year written: 2009

Again the cold wind rushes
I barely warmed my palms ...
But again on the Konstantinovs - the sun,
On the third in October.
The last flowers from the front gardens,>
Decorated a portrait on the mountain>
And again, Sergey Alexandrovich looks ->
Eyes in the sky, himself in silver. > 2

Like a deacon, forgetting about the censer,
Sinless beauty embraced ...
I can’t believe that he passed here
About a hundred years ago.
I can’t believe that in light clothes
Stood at this place where I
In the same impossible hopes
To the pure stage of being.

Wonderful songs sound again
The world seems so young
All different paths humble themselves
Under his golden name.
And he is all in a bottomless space
Over this platform
That feels condemned
That seems to be an executioner.

But it is impossible to pry and knock
Its like this hill above the river
Where you want a healthy drink
To spite those who sing peacefully.
Don't sing, it's useless to try,>
You will lose to him again ->
Yesenin can still fight>
For tenderness, beauty and love! > 2

Again the cold wind rushes
I barely warmed my palms ...
But again on the Konstantinovs - the sun,
On the third in October.