Текст песни Сергей Есенин - Без шапки, с лыковой котомкой

Without a hat, with a Lykova Kotomka,
Washing sweat your like a fir
Delirious pupil side
Under the quiet rustle of the poplars.

I go fastened with a rope
I sit under the shock on the meadow.
I'm breathing in me,
And my guide is the waist.

I sing a verse about the bright paradise,
Satisfied think that I live,
And slaughter crumbs throw
Forest kamashkam on the grass.

Lopuhu fuck stitches,
Away the lake cunery,
Cling to sticky earrings
We saved to the earth birch.

And on the bushes of mezh nearby,
Under the launches of the healing owls
I look like lunch,
Prayer bird votes.