In the autumn kychet owl…

In the autumn kychet owl
Over the expanse of road Rani.
Obletaet my head,
Golden bush of hair fades.

field, Saratov "gu ku",
Hello, mother blue aspen!
soon month, bathing in the snow,
It sits in rare curls son.

Soon I no foliage to grow cold,
Ringing ears mound stars.
Without me, the young man will sing,
I will not listen to elders.

The new field will come with a poet,
The new forest will announce the whistle.
The autumn wind scatters,
Whisper in the autumn leaves.


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Sergey Yesenin
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