TARAS - От Серёги Есенина - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You don’t love me, you don’t pity me, Am I not a little handsome? Without looking me in the face, you melt from passion, With your hands on my shoulders.

Young, with a sensual grin, I am neither gentle nor rude with you. Tell me, how many have you caressed? How many hands do you remember? How many lips?

I know - they passed by like shadows, Without touching your fire, You sat on many people’s laps, And now you sit here by me.

Let your eyes be half-closed And you think of someone else, After all, I myself don’t love you very much, Drowning in the distant dear.

Don’t call this ardor fate, A frivolous, fiery relationship, As if I met you by chance, I will smile, calmly parting.

And you too will go your own way To disperse joyless days, Just don't touch the unkissed, Just don't entice the unburned.

And when with another down the alley You pass, chatting about love, Maybe I'll go out for a walk, And we'll meet again.

Turning your shoulders closer to the other And bending down a little, You'll say to me quietly: "Good evening!" I'll answer: "Good evening, miss."

And nothing will disturb the soul, And nothing will make it tremble, He who loved, can't love, He who burned out, you can't set fire to him.