Текст песни Сергей Есенин - Суицид

Lonely longing, a sour feeling
Hanging like a wall, squeaky, thin.
Sworn friend, quiet, lop-eared
Viscous, cloudy - well, you!

I will close my swollen eyelids with my palms
No better than me, amuse myself with wallpaper, boring.
People listen, sick of drinking binges -
The one who is tortured by the walls with wallpaper.

Humping disgustingly, watch me minutes
Gray ticks, clatter, chomp.
Hoarse whores, as if
Sandals are shuffled outside the hallway door.

Such boredom that it's time to hang yourself
Where are you ... stairs.