Текст песни Гopшенeв-Еceнин - Пиcьмo oт мaтepи

What am I
Even now to think of
What now
I also write about?
me
On the table sullen
Is a letter ,
What sent me mother .

I do not like fear ,
That you are a poet ,
What have you made ​​friends
With bad glory .
Much better if
From an early age
You walked into the field for sohoyu .

I became old
And it is bad,
But if the house
Were you at the beginning,
I've got
There would now daughter-in
And on the leg
Vnuchonka I rocked .

But you have children
Lighting lost ,
his wife
It is easy to put another way,
And without family, without friendship ,
without berth
You head
Went into Kabatsky whirlpool.

In thee our hopes
Have not been fulfilled ,
And the soul
Since the patient and gorshe ,
That the father
Was in vain thought ,
So for poetry
You took the money more.

Though much only you
Neither took,
You can not send them into the house ,
And because it is bitter
Speech pouring ,
What I know
On your experience :
So the money is not given .

............

I crumpled the letter,
I immerse myself in horror.
Can it be true no way out
In my way cherished ?
But still , I think ,
I then tell you.
I will tell
In a letter to reply ...