Dishwasher At Red Lobster

My reflektы Esenin


rushed about fire blue,
forgotten Birthmarks given.
The first time I sang about love,
The first time I give up.

I was all like running garden,
was on women and zelie drinking.
lose one's attraction to drink and dance
and lose their lives without looking back.

I would just look at you,
Seeing Eye zlatokary slough,
and that, the past is not loving,
You could not go to the next.

Gentle, slender waist,
If you wer,
How can love a bully,
As he can be obedient.

I would never forget the taverns
and poems would scored,
If you let your hands
And your hair color in autumn.

I would never go for you
Though in his, though in other people gave ...
The first time I sang about love,
The first time I give up.

Esenin, 1923

While not claiming even in the glare of the great poet's laurels, I just drove under him some details of the poem. Only the details because he is my situational frame, and so little less than fully coincides with what was given to us by Sergei in 1923.

rushed about fire blue,
Outsiders many steel.
My quiet song about love
stifled desire brawl.

I was all - as a neglected garden,
was on women and zelie drinking.
lose one's attraction to wait in idleness
Mlada years to lose without looking back.

I would just look at you,
Seeing Eye srebro-clear pool,
And that, the past is not loving,
You could not go to the next.

Gentle, slender waist,
If only you stubborn,
How could love be a bully,
How could he be submissive.

I would never "what is" love
"Why no" would look abandoned.
If you let your hands
And your hair color in autumn.

I would never follow you
Though in his, though in other people gave ...
heard no song about love,
heard only zhelane scandals.