Я покинул родимый дом [Ja pokinul rodimyj dom] [English translation]

I have left my endeared home,

Getting out of my Russia of blue.

Little grove by the pond will warm

My old mother's sorrow anew.

Like a golden croaker the moon

Lies prostrate on the water tranquil.

Grizzly hair, like apple-tree bloom,

In my father's beard will spill.

I will not come back readily, and

Singing blizzard will ring on and on.

Maples guard my blue Russian land,

Standing there, one-legged, all alone.

And I know that it's joyous for those

Who've been kissing the rain of the leaves.

For the maple and I, we both

Are alike, in the head, that is.

• Artist:Sergei Yesenin