On the lake has woven | a red light of dawn. <br />Loudly in the forest | cocks of the wood mourn. <br /> <br />An oriole is weeping, sheltered in the hollow. <br />Only I’m not crying. It’s cheer in my soul. <br /> <br />I know that this evening | you’ll go for a walk, <br />We will sit together | in a fresh haycock. <br /> <br />I’ll kiss and squeeze you | till you find it jam - <br />No one can judge the | full of ardor man - <br /> <br />You will strip attires | under my caress, <br />I’ll make my love sot | to go the whole length… <br /> <br /> Let the birds continue | loudly to mourn. <br />There’s some merry grief in the light of dawn <br /> <br />youtube.com/watch? v=Csl7sDIFbPI&feature=player_embedded<br /><br />Kseniya Rundel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/s-esenin-on-the-lake-has-woven-a-red-light-of-dawn/
