Текст песни Сергей Есенин - Дорогая, сядем рядом

Honey, we'll sit next door,
Let's look into each other's eyes.
I want under a meek look
To listen to a sensual blizzard.

This is gold autumn,
This strand of hair is whitish -
Everything was like a salvation
Restless rake.

I left my land for a long time,
Where the meadows and thickets are.
In the city and bitter glory
I wanted to live lost.

I wanted my heart to be deaf
I remembered the garden and the summer,
Where to the music of frogs
I raised myself as a poet.

There is now such an autumn ...
Maple and limes, in the windows of rooms
Branches throws the branches,
Look for those who are remembered.

They have long been out of the world.
A month in a simple graveyard
On the crosses of the rays,
That we will come to visit them,

As we, having overcome anxiety,
Let's go under these booths.
All wavy roads
Only joy is poured by the living.

Honey, sit next to me,
Let's look into each other's eyes.
I want under a meek look
To listen to a sensual blizzard.