Yesenin's love lyrics

Do not you love me, do not you regret,
Am I not a little beautiful?
Not looking in the face, from a passion you melt, To
me on arms shoulders having lowered.

Young, with a sensual grin,
I'm not gentle or rude with you.
Tell me how many you caressed?
How many hands do you remember? How many lips?
I know - they passed like shadows,
Not touching your fire,
Many you sat down on your knees,
And now you 're sitting here with me.
Let your half-closed eyes
And you think of someone else,
I do not really love you very much,
Drowning in the distant road.
This ardor does not call fate,
Light-minded quick-tempered connection -
As by chance I met with you,
Smile, calmly disperse.
Yes, and you will go your own way
Spray the bleak days,
Only do not touch
untouched , Only the furious do not mani.
And when with another on the alley
You'll pass, chatting about love,
Maybe I'll go for a walk,
And we'll meet again with you.
Turning the shoulders closer to the other
and leaning slightly down,
You will say to me quietly: "Good evening!"
I will answer: "Good evening, miss."
And nothing will disturb the soul,
And nothing will throw it into a shiver, -
Who loved, that can not love,
Who burned, that you will not set fire to.
Sergey Yesenin
December 4, 1925