Goodbye, my friend, goodbye My love, you are in my heart. It was preordained we should part And be reunited by and by. Goodbye: no handshake to e…

- Sergei Yesenin

Not sorry, not calling, not crying All will pass like smoke of white apple trees Seized by the gold of autumn, I will no longer be young.

- Sergei Yesenin

Whom shall I call on? Who will share with me The wretched happiness of staying alive?

- Sergei Yesenin

Goodbye, my friend, goodbye. My dear, you are in my heart. Predestined separation promises a future meeting.

- Sergei Yesenin