Текст песни Сергей Есенин - Далекая, веселая песня

Far, far away from me
 Someone fun song sings.
 And I would like it, I provtorit,
 Yes broken chest does not.

 Vain to tear the soul to it,
 Look for similar sounds in the chest,
 Because all my strength
 Worn-out is yet to come.

 Too early, I started to fly
 For land ideal dream
 Early began to happiness murmur,
 Analyzing lived given.

 Early in his ardent soul
 I was looking for a gloomy day
 And now I can not echo it,
 Because there is no strength in me.