Esenin, Russ the Soviet, Есенин, Русь Советская (subs by V. Chetin)

The hurricane is through. We re just a few survivors. A lot are missing on the list of friends. I m back again to a deserted country, Where I ve been absent for eight years. Who do I turn to Who is there to share with My dreary jubilance of being safe and sound In this place, as it is, a lonely mill is standing As if a log bird with a single wing, eyes shut. I am familiar to none, And who remembered me, have long forgotten. And even where once was my native home, There s only ash around, beneath a