Текст песни Горшенёв - Есенин - Ответ матери

The old woman is cute, live like you live.
I tenderly feel your love and memory.
But only you will not understand a drop -
What I live and what I'm busy in the world.

I love the spring most of all.
I love spilling with a rapid flow,
Where every siner, like a ship,
Such a spacious thing that do not fall like approx.

But while there is a blizzard ...

Roda! Well, how to fall asleep in the blizzard?
In the pipe so complaints
And so broke down.
You want to lie down, but you see no bed,
And a narrow coffin and - what they bury you.

So like a thousand cunning devils,
She sings the placade - a bastard-blizzard!
And the snow lies like pyatchekov,
And there is no wife or a friend's coffin!

But the time will be cute, native!
She will come, welcome!
No wonder we sat down at guns:
That sat at the gun, this one is in the pen.

Forget about money you, forget about everything.
What kind of death?! Do you, are you?
After all, I do not cow, not a horse, not donkey,
To bring me out of the stall!

I will come out when the term comes,
When the palp should be on the planet,
And, turning, I will buy a scarf,
Well, I'll buy the father of these things.

But while there is a blizzard ...