Текст песни Сергей Есенин - Милый милый смешной дуралей

Have you seen,
How to run across the steppes,
The fog lake kroyas,
Iron nostril snoring,
On the legs of iron train?

Behind him, on a large grass
As the celebration of desperate races,
Thin legs throwing to the head,
Krasnogrivy foal gallops?

Cute, cute, funny fool,
Well, where he where he was being chased?
Or he does not know that the living horses
Steel won the cavalry?

 Did he not know that in the fields bessiyannyh
That time will not return his career,
When a pair of beautiful Russian women steppe
Gave Petcheneg for a horse?

 A different fate repainted
Our awakened by screeching ples,
And for thousands of tons of horse leather and meat
Buy Now - locomotive.