Flowers bid goodbye to me..., by Peter Tempest Flowers bid goodbye to me, /
Bowing their heads ever lower, /
A sign that her face and my homeland /
I am never more to see.
Be it so, my love!...
The flowers say good-bye to me..., by Alec Vagapov The flowers say good-bye to me, /
They bend their heads and bow low down /
Which means that I will never see /
Her lovely face and my home town...
The flowers say goodbye to me..., by Geoffrey Thurley The flowers say goodbye to me, /
Bending their heads down low they say /
That never again shall I see /
My native region and her face.
Well, we...
in spanish
Serguéi Yesenin (español)
Dicen adiós las flores, se despiden..., Pablo Anadón Dicen adiós las flores, se despiden /
De mí: quieren decir que nunca más /
― Reclinan su cabeza ― ya veré /
El rostro amado ni la aldea natal.
...
in italian
Sergej Esenin (italiano)
I fiori mi dicono addio..., Giuseppe Paolo Samonà I fiori mi dicono addio, /
Scrollando in giù le corolle, /
Perch’io mai più rivedrò /
Il suo volto e il paese natio.
Non importa, mia cara, ...
in turkish
Sergey Yesenin (türkçe)
Elveda diyor çiçekler bana..., Azer Yaran Elveda diyor çiçekler bana, /
Başlarını eğiyorlar aşağı, /
Yarin yüzünü ve baba ocağını /
Ebediyyen görmeyeceğim bir daha.
Sevgili ne! Ne çıkar...
