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What is lost never returns
Text/Yesenin
I can't recall that cool night,
I can't see my girlfriend's shadow again,
I couldn't hear the nightingale,
Sing happy songs in the garden.
The enchanting spring night flew away,
You can't make it come again.
The autumn of The Depression has arrived,
The rain is endless and endless.
The girlfriend in the grave is sleeping soundly,
Bury the flame of love in your heart,
The autumn rainstorm did not awaken her dreams,
Nor could it make her blood boil again.
The song of the nightingale has fallen silent,
Because the nightingale has flown overseas,
The beautiful song that resounds in the cool night sky,
It has also calmed down forever.
The joy of the past experience in life,
It has long been flying without hope,
Only cool feelings remain in my heart,
What is lost, never to be returned.
Translated by Liu Zhanqiu
Sergei Aleksandrovich Yesenin (Сергей Александрович Есенин, 1895-1925), Russian pastoral poet. Born in Ryazan Province to a peasant family, he was raised by a kulak grandfather. After graduating from the Normal School in 1912, he went to Moscow to work as a proofreader in a printing house, while attending the Surikov Literary and Musical Group and taking courses at the Shaniavsky Civilian University. In 1914 he published the lyric poem "White Birch", in 1915 he became acquainted with Brock, Gorky and Mayakovsky, and published his first collection of poems, "Day of the Dead". He joined the army in the spring of 1916 and married Reich after his discharge. At dawn on December 28, 1925, he committed suicide in a hotel in Leningrad. Yesenin's representative works "White Birch", "The Sound of the Moscow Tavern", "Anna Snekina".
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