Текст песни Романсы на слова Есенина - Не жалею, не зову, не плачу

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No regrets, no pain, no sorrow ,
All will be held as a white apple smoke.
Withering gold covered ,
I will no longer young.

You are not really going to fight ,
Heart, touched by the chill ,
And the country birch calico
Do not tempt wander barefoot.

Spirit hobo ! you're rarely , rarely
Stirs a flame of mouth
Oh, my lost freshness,
Riot of the eye and flood the senses !

I now desire to become meaner ,
My life , Or you dreamed about me ?
If I spring echoing ranyu
Rode on a pink horse.

All of us, all of us in this world is perishable ,
Quiet flows from maples leaves copper ...
Be thou blessed forever ,
That it prosper and die.

1921