БАТИНА БАСУХА - Есенин
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Outside the window, by the gate
A snowstorm howls
And on the stove, an old man
Reminisces about his youth

Oh, those were the days
I lived without knowing melancholy
Just carousing and carousing
Singing songs

And now, what kind of life is this
I languish in melancholy
And sometimes I remember those days
With sadness

I've had my fill of fun in my lifetime
They say enough
To throw away old times
They don't give me free rein

Enough, old man, they say
Don't be so foolish
Your end is not great
Your life is at the grave

So what, I'll resign myself
Apparently, my fate
Their time will come
Of old age's grief

Outside the window, by the gate
A snowstorm howls
And on the stove, an old man
Sadly falls asleep