Текст песни Олег Шепрут - Поминальная Сергею Есенину

Today in the heart of autumn sadness,
The wind begging the threshold foliage;
Outside the window dispelled Russia,
Washing the road with tears
And maple fire over the river
What spring was green and leveled.
And poems cry a blond string,
Memory stanzes confuse wind.
It was sweet, yes burning hotly
In laughter - harmonica, and in sorrow - vodka;
Better so under blood kumach
To rip the hoarse throats.
I hear - Tagliska Solois, Chu ...
And maybe everything comes down - dream:
Spicy wind twisted chub
Over the birch marine seats.
From Ryazan Chumaza Russia
To cylinders and varnish of shtiblets
Was recognized, just to vote -
Put in disfavor and crumpled the poet.
There is no waterfront in crossbars -
Only avgar from the October year,
Pain of unnecessaries, glory toast
And the hemp bitterness of the outcome ...
Pominal candle trembling
In a rustic log church;
Fence us the Most High from Lie,
Light face appear in front of us.
Matter how the insert is headed,
Rustic Russia poet
Having plunged into the former sadness,
As in the eyes of cornflower.
© Oleg Sheprut, July 5, 1991