Текст песни С. А. Есенин - Вот Уж Вечер. Роса

That's really the evening . Dew
Shines on nettles .
I stand by the roadside ,
Leaning against the willow .

From the light of the moon a great
Right on our roof .
Somewhere in the song of the nightingale
I hear in the distance .

Nice and warm ,
As winter stove .
And birch stand
How large candle .

And far beyond the river ,
It can be seen , for edging ,
A sleepy watchman knocking
Dead mallet .