Текст песни Сергей Есенин - читает А.Дубровский Свищет ветер под крутым забором

The wind whistles under the steep fence
Hiding in the grass.
I know that a drunkard and a thief
I will live my century.
The day is sinking behind the red hills
Calls on the border.
I'm not alone in this light,
I am not alone.
The field of Russian arable land swung,
Now grass, then snow.
All the same, I am litvin Il Chuvashin,
My cross is like everyone else's.
I believe as wonderworking faces,
In my secret hour
He will come as a tramp under the fence,
Indestructible Savior.
But maybe in blue wisps of smoke
Secret water rivers
I'll pass it with a drunken smile,
Without knowing forever.
A tear will not flash in my eyelashes
Will not scare away the dream.
Only joy with a blue dove
Canet into the darkness.
And again, as before, with wild anger
Longing will sing ...
Even if the wind is on my churchyard
The trepak is dancing.

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