Listen, rotten heart - Yesenin

Listen, pohanoe heart,
Heart my dog.
I'm with you, like a thief,
I put it in the hands of the blade.

earlier you, I later vsazhu
The cold steel ribs.
Not, I can not seek
The eternal rotten dal.

Let poglupee talk,
That their meta bitten;
If there is anything in the world -
This is one void.

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