Lyrics by Russian poet Sergey Esenin

Azure space is aflame up above,
I've forgotten my home destination...
For the first time I'm singing of love,
For the first time I give up contention.
I was all like a desolate grove
Loving women and heavily drinking.
I don't drink any more and don't love
Like I did, living fast and unthinking.
All I want is to look at the vast
Of your gold-brown eyes, and, - oh, bother! -
How I wish that, disliking your past,
You would not like to go to another!
Gentle step, graceful waist that you have!
Oh if only you were able to tumble
How a bully can really love,
And how he can be timid and humble!
All those pubs I would never attend,
And my poems would all be forgotten,
If you let me take hold of your hand
And your hair, the color of autumn.
I would follow you ever, my dove,
Be it distant or close destination...
For the first time I'm singing of love,
For the first time I give up contention.