С. Есенин Да, теперь решено

Yes! Now it’s decided. Completely
I have abandoned my home fields.
The poplars won’t chime above me
Anymore with their wingy leaves.

My low house will stoop without me,
My old dog died a long time ago.
In the curved streets of Moscow-city
It seems I was destined to die by Lord.

I’m fond of this city of elm-trees,
Though it’s grown obese and senile.
Asia, the golden and slumbering,
Is dormant on the cupolas, lying.

And whenever the moon shines at night,
When it shines…Devil knows how!
I walk with my head dangling low,
Down the lane to the routine lounge.

In this scary den are sound and fury,
Yet all hours of the night, until dawn,
I read my poems to the prostitutes,
And with the bandits I fry alchohol.

My heart’s beating more and more often,
And I am speaking out of place:
“Just like you, I am a hopeless person,
There's no chance for me to get away”.

My low house will stoop without me,
My old dog died a long time ago.
In the curved streets of Moscow-city
It seems I was destined to die by Lord.