Sergei Yesenin (EN)Plains Are in a Shroud
Plains are in a shroud,
Moon above is white,
Everywhere about
Snow in Moon's light.
And birch-trees stay sad,
Mournful, and so shy.
Who is lost? Who 's dead?
Is it really I?
Plains are in a shroud,
Moon above is white,
Everywhere about
Snow in Moon's light.
And birch-trees stay sad,
Mournful, and so shy.
Who is lost? Who 's dead?
Is it really I?