Man in a black by S.Esenin
part 1
Friend of mine, friend of mine
I’m feeling so sick and broken
Don’t know where the pain even came from
part 1
Friend of mine, friend of mine
I’m feeling so sick and broken
Don’t know where the pain even came from
Like a cold wind is crying
In a field wide open
Or like leaves falling quiet
Washes my brain alcohol.
Headache rises like phoenix from ashes
Cannot bear the pain
Cannot bear the light
Man in a black, man in a black
Sits on my bed like shadow
Man in a black keeps me awaken all night
Man in a black makes me feel so hollow
He reads me a story holding book so tight.
Man in a black ..
He reads a story of some wretch and broken
Like an old groomy priest with a sad nasal voice
All his words are like mine that were left unspoken
They leave you no hope, they leave you no choice
Man in a black, in black, in black ..
“Listen, listen, he whispers in a night
The book contains lots of wonderful plans and thoughts.
The person we speak on our sight
Lives in a land of the worst.
In December this land Wears a white shiny snow
And blizzards spin in devilish dances
The person we speak wasn’t good at all
But he was the best with Gods given chances.
And he was graceful, poetical souled
With manners so quiet and calm
And some woman that aged near forty or so
Called his whimsical girl and beloved one.
Happiness is agility of hand and mind
All the clumsy people known for being woeful
It is not disaster for the world to be not kind
For those whose actions appear to be awful.
Whether it’s snorter or quiet rain
If you are like pierro in circus
You should seem joyful, smile and plain
That is the highest purpose
Man in a black! You have no right!
You are not some secret agent!
I’m not into some scandal poet life!
Leave me alone and pledged.
Man in a black looks straight at me
With the eyes filled with malice
Like his telling me I’m some kind of thief
Who doesn’t disserve kindness.
Friend of mine, friend of mine
I’m feeling so sick and broken
Don’t know where the pain even came from
Like a cold wind is crying
In a field wide open
Or like leaves falling quiet
Washes my brain alcohol.
…to be continued
