Текст песни Сергей Есенин - На небесном синем блюде

On the heavenly blue platter
 Yellow smoke clouds honey .
 Dreamland night. People slept ,
 But I sadly tormented .

 Clouds crossed ,
 Sweet smoke breathe Bor .
 For heaven ring cracks
 Pulls fingers slope .

 In the swamp kryachet Heron ;
 Clearly squelching water
 And from the clouds looks like a drop ,
 Lone Star.

 I would like to smoke in the murky
 That star set fire to the forest
 And poginut with them ,
 Like summer lightning in the sky .