СЕРГЕЙ ЕСЕНИН Сыпь, гармоника , SERGEY YESENIN Jazz, harmonika

Есенин Сыпь, гармоника Yesenin Jazz, harmonika English interpretation by Vyacheslav Chetin Jazz, harmonika Fingers, strewn up and down in streams. Drink it with me Drink down, you bitch, rotten Drink with me You ve been loved at full stretch and sullied through, Drives me mad Off with staring at me with your splashes, blue Feel like getting bashed Wish you stuck in a field as a spectacle To scare crows. You have tired me out in all respects Up to the bones. Jazz, harmonika Jazz up, my hastily Drink down, seaape I would rather have yon, bigtitted one She s more inane. As a woman, you re not the first with me, Lots of your kind. But a stinker like yourself has been for me But the first time. The more painful, the better Now here, now there. I am not a selfmurderer, Be off to hell