Текст песни Сергей Есенин - Отговорила роща золотая

Golden grove
Birch, cheerful language
And cranes, sadly flying,
I do not regret more about anyone.

Whom I? After all, everyone in the world wanderer -
Will take place, will go again and leave the house.
Of all the dreams gone Konoplyannikov
With a wide month over the blue pond.

Stand alone among bare plains,
A crane carries away the wind,
I am full of thoughts of youth fun
But nothing in the past I'm not sorry.

Do not pity me years wasted in vain
Do not pity me soul purple flowers.
In the garden, lit a fire mountain ash,
But no one warms it.

Not obgorite rowan brush
Yellowing of the grass will not disappear,
As the tree drops quietly leaves,
So I drop my sad words.

And if the wind mark up,
Raked them all in one unnecessary com ...
Let's just say ... that golden grove
Dissuaded nice language.