Текст песни ГОРШЕНЕВ-ЕСЕНИН - Грубым дается радость

Rough given joy
Gentle given sadness.
I need nothing,
I'm sorry no one.

Pity me a little,
It is a pity stray dogs,
This straight road
I was led to the tavern.

Well, you swear, the devil?
Or I am not the son of the country?
Each of us has pledged
Over a glass of his pants.

Dull look at the window,
At the heart of longing and heat.
Rolls, izmoknuv in the sun,
The street in front of me.

The street boy snotty.
The air is dry and roasted.
Such a happy boy
And picks his nose.

Pick, pick, my dear,
Sui to entire finger,
Only here with eftoy force
The soul does not climb.

I'm really ready ... I'm shy ...
Look at the bottles army!
I collect corks -
My soul plugging.