“ Не жалею, не зову, не плачу...“ - романс. Сергей Есенин / Esenin, “I’m not begging...“

I’m not begging, weeping or complaining. All will pass like blooming apples white smoke. Captivated by the gold of fading, I will not be youthful anymore. You’ll no longer flutter as you used to, Heart, corrupted by a touch of cool. And the country of birch chintz accoutre Will not lure to ramble barefoot. You, nomadic spirit, are fomenting The wildfire of lips e’er rarer now. You, alas, my dissipated pertness, Storm of eyes and boundless tide of love! Now, I’m scantier in my desires. Life, if I have