Lyrics Сергей Есенин - Баллада о двадцати шести

Sing a song, poet,
Sing.
The chintz of the sky is so
Blue.
The sea is also roaring
Song.
They were
26.
There were 26 of them,
26.
Their graves to the sands
Do not zanest.
Nobody will forget
Their execution

At the 207th
Verste.
There's walking around the sea
Fog.
You see, rose from the sand
Shaumyan.
Above the bony desert
Knock.
Vaughn 50 more
Hand
They get out by erasing
Mold.
There were 26 of them,
26.
Who with lumbago in the chest,
Who in the side,
They say:
"It's time for us in Baku -
We will see,
While there is a fog,
How lives
Azerbaijan".
...........
...........
Night, like a melon,
The moon rolls.
Sea to shore
The wave is jamming.

Here in the same night
And the fog
He shot them
Detachment of the English.
Communism -
Banner of all freedoms.
Hurricane boiled up
People.
The empire stood up
In a row
And the peasant
And proletarian.
There, in Russia,
Noble Beach
There was our strict father
Ilyich.
And in the East
Here
They were
26.
Everyone remembers, of course,
The one,
18th, unhappy
Year.
Then the bourgeois
All countries

Shelled
Azerbaijan.
Heavy was the Commune
Hit.
I could not bear this land
And fell,
But all was terrible
News
Hear
About 26.
In the sands that are both fused
Wax,
They were brought
For Krasnovodsk,
And who is the sword,
Who is the bullet in the side -
All have combined on yellow
Sand.
There were 26 of them,
26.
Their graves to the sands
Do not zanest.
Nobody will forget
Their execution
At the 207th
Verste.

There's walking around the sea
Fog.
You see, rose from the sand
Shaumyan.
Above the bony desert
Knock.
Vaughn 50 more
Hand
They get out by erasing
Mold.
There were 26 of them,
26.
............
Night as if today
Pale.
Over Baku
26 shadows.
The shadows of these
26.
About them our pain
And a song.
It's not the wind that makes the noise,
Not foggy.
Do you hear how it says
Shahumyan:

"Japaridze!
Or was I blind?
Look:
Workers have bread.
Oil as black
Blood of the earth.
The locomotives are all around ...
Ships ...
And in all the ships,
In trains
The red is ours
Star".
Japaridze in reply:
"Yes there is.
This is very pleasant
News.
Hence, a strong worker
Class
Holds in tenacious hands
Caucasus.
Night, like a melon,
The moon rolls.
Sea to shore
The wave is jamming.
Here in the same night
And the fog
Shoot us
A detachment of Englishmen. "

Communism -
Banner of all freedoms.
Hurricane boiled up
People.
The empire stood up
In a row
And the peasant
And proletarian.
There, in Russia,
Noble Beach
There was our strict father
Ilyich.
And in the East,
Here,
There were 26 of them,
26.
...........
The light of heaven is all blue
And blue.
There will be a talk
Expensive shadows.
Who in the temple was shot,
And who is in the chest.
To Ahch-Kuime
Their way back ...
Sing, poet, song,
Sing,
The chintz of the sky is so

Blue.
The sea is also roaring
Song -
There were 26 of them,
26.