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Как я тебя люблю? Люблю без меры.
До глубины души, до всех ее высот,
До запредельных чувственных красот,
До недр бытия, до идеальной сферы.

До нужд обыденных, до самых первых,
Как солнце и свеча, простых забот,
Люблю, как правду, - корень всех свобод,
И , как молитву, – сердце чистой веры.

Люблю всей страстью терпкою моих
Надежд несбывшихся, всей детской жаждой;
Люблю любовью всех моих святых,
Меня покинувших, и вздохом каждым.

А смерть придет, я верю, и оттуда
Тебя любить еще сильнее буду.

Результаты (английский) 1:

As I love you? Love without measure.
To the heart, to all of its heights,
To exorbitant sensual beauty
To depths of being, to a perfect sphere.

To the needs of the everyday, to the first
as the Sun and candle, ordinary worries,
Love, as the truth,-the root of all freedoms,
and, like prayer, is the heart of pure faith.

Love all the passion terpkoû my
Hopes unfulfilled, all children's thirst;
I love love all of my saints,
I have left, and every sigh.

And death will come, I believe, and from there
love you even stronger will.

Результаты (английский) 2:

How do I love you? Love without measure.
deeply to all its heights
Before transcendent sensual beauties
Until the bowels of existence, to a perfect sphere. Prior to the needs of the everyday, to the very first, as the sun and candle, just take care, I love you as the truth - the root of all freedoms, and, like a prayer - the heart of pure faith. tart I love all the passion of my Hopes dashed, all children's thirst, I love love all my saints, I left, and every sigh. And death will come, I believe, and there To love you even more I will.

Результаты (английский) 3:

As i love you? I love without measure.
Up To depth soul, until all its heights,
rouble leaned upon beauty,
up to subsoil temple, to the perfect sphere. Lord needs to tastes, up to the very first,
as the sun and candle, simple concerns,
i love,As truth, the root all the freedoms,
and , as prayer, - the heart of the pure faith. I love the LORD my passion терпкою
hopes dashed, throughout the child thirst;
i love love all of my holy,
i fled, and sigh each.

And death comes, I believe, and from there
you love even stronger.