Sergey Esenin Goodbye, my friend, goodbye 

Good-by my friend, so long, my darling.
My dear, you'll always be inside me.
And even so, this destined parting
Will never keep us both aside.
Good-by my friend, without a hand, with no a word
Don't long, my dear, nor eyebrow sadden
It's nothing new about dying,
In living then, no thing is also new