Sergei Yesenin

Goodbye Baku; I Won't See You Again

Goodbye Baku; I won't see you again. Now grief and fear possess my soul. The heart beneath my hand is close And sick; I feel more strongly the simple word, Friend. Goodbye Baku, and goodbye Turkish blue! The blood grows cool, powers weaken. But I will carry to the grave, like happiness, The Caspian waters and May in Balakhar. Goodbye Baku! Goodbye, a simple song, For the last time I embrace my friend. Would that his head like a golden rose Beckoned me onward in the lilac smoke.

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