Coachman - Yesenin

For uhabiny steppe
I rush tape wastelands.
Hey you, falcons home,
take out as quickly as possible!

Low-growing suburb
In povechereshnem smoke.
I have been waiting for beauty
In charodeynom teremu.

Shines in the darkness of gilding
daubed arc.
Oh you, sled planes,
Puhovitye snow!

Bells cutting, ringing hollowly,
Sleigh Bells in Schlee not by.
How garknu on alley,
It runs all the people.

come guys, come the girls
Praise the winter evening,
Golosatye zapevki
Do not cease until the morning.

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