Не плачь, душа, ведь так бывает, И

Не плачь, душа, ведь так бывает,
И мы не первые, поверь,
Кого однажды предавали,
Кому знаком привкус потерь.

Не плачь, душа, прошу, не надо…
Ты скажешь — больно… да ну, брось…
Закроем наглухо ограду,
Забудем все, что не сбылось.

Простим все то, что не случилось,
Отпустим, пусть уходит прочь,
И сны, что так и не приснились,
Пусть заберет с собою ночь.

Поплачь душа, поплачь, родная,
И да гори оно огнем,
С рассветом тени отступают…
Переболит… переживем!

Результаты (английский) 1:

Do not cry, my soul, because it happens
And we are not the first, believe me, Who once betrayed
,
who know the taste of loss.

Do not cry, my soul, I ask, do not tell you ...
- hurt ... well, yeah, come on ...
Close the tight fence
Forget everythingthat did not come true.

Forgive everything that has happened,
Let go, let him go away,
And the dreams that never dreamed of,
Let him take a night.

Soul Cry, cry, darling,
And yes burn it with fire
With the dawn of the shadows away ...
relaxer ... survive!

Результаты (английский) 2:

Don't cry, soul, it so happens,
and we are not the first, believe me, Who once betrayed,

Someone familiar flavor loss.

Do not cry, soul, ask ...
you say is hurting ... Yes well, throw it ...

the fence tightly Will Forget everything that did not come true.

Forgive everything that has happened, we let go, let go
off
and dreams that never prisnilis′,
Let take a night.

Poplač′ soul poplač′, native,
and Yes Gori is fire,
With the dawn shadows recede ...
Perebolit ... will survive!

Результаты (английский) 3:

Not crying, soul, but this is the case,
and we are not the first, worship,
who once betrayed,
who is familiar taste loss. Lord hath not beheld, soul, may I ask, do we ...
are you going to tell - it is painful ... yes, you won't be lost ...
huge sealed for life fence,
forget all,That is not it happen. We Sing all the Lord, that is not what happened,
journalist asked, even if it takes away,
and dreams that so and do not begin,
let will collect with god night. Lord Поплачь soul, поплачь, native,
AND yes fighting it with fire,
With the dawn shadows receding ...
Переболит ... honest!