Текст песни Владимир Болдырев - Сергею Есенину

Horses are torn from the last strength,
Over the bumps, they are racing.
Crazy! Wait, come to your senses!
So short and downhill.

What the devil is driving them into the abyss
Black night, thieves !?
The bell is ringing excitedly
Over your lost soul.

Bits Trump ... Ace of Diamonds ...
Well, dear, you played the wrong suit.
If the government house does not fall out,
So it is destined to fall into the loop.

I saw a lot and lived a little.
"For disbelief in grace"
Never put you down
"Under the icons to die."

This bitter hard times -
You can't get away from him into a binge.
You paid for immortality
Golden with your head.

Soon, soon the dawn will dawn
And the further - the more equal the path.
And nothing will hold back
Your rabid horses.