Rushed the fire which is blue

Rushed the fire which is blue,
Disappeared behind native places.
For the first time I've sung 'love is true',
For the first time refused to punch faces.

Used to be like the wildest nook,
Used to love all the women and potions.
Neither drink nor dance I want to
And to lose my own life in one motion.

Just to gaze right at you, it's for me,
See your eyes' golden-hazel whirl,
For, the past not loving,
You could not walk away to another.

Step is light, waist is soft,
If you knew with your heart persistent,
How a hooligan, he can love,
How he can be a slave of his mistress.

I would give up attending pubs
And would rather stop writing verses,
For just slightly to touch your hand
And your hair of a tone that fall keeps.

I would always be near-follow you
To my own or to other's places.
For the first time I've sung 'love is true',
For the first time refused to punch faces.
                Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin