Rogue s Requiem after S. Yesenin

Strum, strum that cursed guitar,
Fingers flying, wild and shar)p.
Drown in this wild, heady fire,
You're my last, my one true mark.

Avert eyes from her silk, her lace,
I sought joy, but found my place.
In her arms, a trap, a snare,
I stumbled, sent straight to despair.

I never knew love was a curse,
Never knew it could hurt so fierce.
With a leer, her eyes askew,
Sent this rogue's heart straight to the stew.

Sing, my friend, let's reclaim our youth,
Watch her flirt with another, so tough.

Wait, I don’t truly scorn her,
No, I don’t truly curse.

Play me a tune, raw and real,
Under this bass string's wild appeal.

Life's days flow in a smoky blur,
Golden dreams, but a hollow cure.
Touched many, pressed tight in the night,
But she left scars, took my light.

What's there to envy in her?
Why should I bear this, so clear?
Life's a bed, a kiss, a dive,
A dance with shadows, a wild, raw drive.

Strum, strum! Fate swings in these hands,
We meet our doom, our final stands.
Broke this street dog to the core,
I won’t die, my friend, I'll always roar!

After lyrica by S. Yesenin

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Here's a link to the song:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/7rCqeE78N8N9TQ

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Original lyrics in Russian via the link:

http://stihi.ru/2025/11/01/8989