Yes! Now it's decided. No return ...

Yes! Now it's decided. No return
I left my native fields.
They will not be winged foliage
I need to ring poplars.

Low house without hunches,
My old dog has long since died.
In Moscow's curved streets
To die, to know, God judged me.

I love this city,
Let him be flabby and let him grow old.
Golden drowsy Asia
Dwelt on the domes.

And when the moon shines at night,
When it's shining ... the devil knows how!
I go, head hanging,
Lane in a familiar tavern.

The noise and din in this lair are creepy,
But all night long, until the dawn,
I read poetry to prostitutes
And with the bandits I fry alcohol.

Heart beats more and more often,
And I'm saying out of place:
"I'm just like you, lost,
Now I can not go back.

Low house without hunches,
My old dog has long since died.
In Moscow's curved streets
To die, to know, God judged me.

1922

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I just them and decided to share them with you.