Sergey Esenin
See you later, friend mine, see you later...

See you later, friend mine, see you later.
Darling, you are always in my soul.
Destined in the heaven, our breakup
Promises reunion down the road.

Bye with not a hand touch, not a farewell,
Don’t lament, quit saddening your eyes, —
In this province, death is nothing rare. Well,
Nor is living any more untried.

Translated by Vyacheslav Chetin