To leave you, as I recall.
I haven"t forgotten the autumn,
The rustle of birches, the night;
And though the days were shorter
The moonlight was long and bright.
You whispered these words in my ear:
"The years and the dreams will be gone,
You"ll go with another, my dear,
And leave me all on my own".
That lime standing there, in flower,
Reminds my emotion anew
The way I would tenderly shower
Those beautiful flowers on you.
My heart will be warm, sad and sorry,
In love, remembering well
You, friend, as a fanciful story
Of love with another girl.
1925 Sergey Yesenin