Есенина - Три на четыре
текст песни

The old apartment has three by four
Too dark ...
We hear how we breathe, we write how we hear
So started, but ...
I feel the look at myself from the sneak
In it, bullets whistle and spears break
You can become them and be likely
With an invaluable picture, a cheap copy

What do you remember?
You don't know anything!
He takes everything
After all, he disappears ...
And in the haze of trams,
How the leaves burn out
And I'm so afraid
That I will be late.
Tired wings
Hands are spread,
And fingers as if
Feel sounds
Scarched in chorus,
Scattered by a heap
Above this in essence
Small city
Without you...

There are three by four in a forgotten apartment
The window is open
Someone will hear and a coin will stand
Again on the rib, but ...
Dressed clothes, trails tribut
From young America to old Europe ...
We are connected by the ties of miracles of unproven
And a couple of forgotten for a thousand said ...