Текст песни Сергей Есенин - Эта улица мне знакома

This street is familiar to me,
And a low mark this house.
 Wire blue straw
It overturned above a window.

 There were years of serious disasters,
 Years of violent, insane power.
 I remembered rustic childhood,
 I remembered rustic blue.

 Do not I sought neither glory nor rest,
 I know this glory vanity.
 And now, as the eye is closed,
 I see only his parents' home.

 I can see the garden in blue nakrapah,
 Quiet in August to lay down the fence.
 Keep linden green paws
 Avian hubbub and schebetnyu.

 I loved this house wooden,
 The logs flickered formidable grimacing,
 Our oven once wild and weird
 Howling on a rainy night.

 The voice is loud and sonorous vskhlipen,
 How about someone who died, alive.
 What he saw, camel brick,
 The howling rain?

 It can be seen, he saw the distant countries,
 Sleep and other flowering pores
 Golden Sands Afghanistan
 And glass Khmara Bukhara.

 Oh, and I know these countries -
 Sam was there a considerable way.
 Only closer to the edge of birthmarks
 I used to like to now the turn.

 But she faded gentle slumber,
 All decayed blue smoke.
 Peace be with you - field of straw,
 Peace be with you - a wooden house!