It s been decided irrevocably

It's been decided irrevocably,
I will soon leave my home.
And the leaves won't round vortically,
And the poplar won't ring with chrome.

My low house'll grown in the ground,
My old dog died very long ago,
On Moscow streets' with a long bound,
I'll fated to die, recently said the God.

I like this city full of elms,
Though it's sprinkled and grown decrepit.
And old gold and drowsy Asia
Is sleeping on the domes' gold wheats.

When the crescent in shining in the night,
When it's shining... any damn way!
I'm going with my head let down so bright
In the alley to the well-known bar of clay

Noise and din are in this awful den,
But whole night to the dawn I will
Recite my poetry to the streetwalker in the ben
And with gangsters the alco I will grill.

My heart is beating just quicker and quicker
And I'm making an irrelevant reply
I'm such as you, I'm hopeless for the bicker,
I can't go anywhere though I try.

My low house'll grown in the ground,
My old dog died very long ago,
On Moscow streets' with a long bound,
I'll fated to die, recently said the God.

Translation (2009) of Sergey Esenin's poem (1922).