Play on, accordion by Sergei Esenin

Play on, accordion! Boredom... Bench…

The player’s fingers flow like waves.

Drink with me, you lousy bitch,  wretch!

Drink to my face!

They’ve loved you to death, soiled you—

It is  unbearable trace look .

Why do you stare with those splashes of blue?

Or do you want a punch in the mug.

I ought to stick you in the garden—a scarecrow

To frighten in nights.

You have tormented me to the very inside core,

From every side.

Play on, accordion! Play fast and wild!

Drink, you hag! Drink!

I would  rather have that busty one avail,

She’s dumber thing.

You aren't the first woman I’ve known—

There have been plenty mine.

But with a shrew like you now shown

This is just the first time.

The more it hurts, the louder as a bell:

Now here, and now there.

I would not  do away with myself -

Let you go to hell.

Time is gone to clear out

From your pack of curs.

My dear... I’m crying aloud

Forgive me... forgive my error.