Текст песни Сергей Есенин - Издатель славный

Published nice ! In this book,
I have a new sense of surrender ,
I'm learning to grasp in every moment
Commune rampant Russia.

Let lot ineptly
Whispered paper pencil,
The soul of awake hoarsely sang ,
Not understanding our holiday .

But you have the vision of the poet
Prochtesh not in letters and in the other ,
What's in the country where the power of the Soviets ,
Do not write the old language.

And examining the experience courageous,
I will not betray mockery -
Just because so clumsily
Whispered paper pencil.