Как грустный взгляд, люблю я осень.

Как грустный взгляд, люблю я осень.
В туманный, тихий день хожу
Я часто в лес и там сижу —
На небо белое гляжу
Да на верхушки темных сосен.
Люблю, кусая кислый лист,
С улыбкой развалясь ленивой,
Мечтой заняться прихотливой
Да слушать дятлов тонкий свист.
Трава завяла вся... холодный,
Спокойный блеск разлит по ней...
И грусти тихой и свободной
Я предаюсь душою всей...
Чего не вспомню я? Какие
Меня мечты не посетят?
А сосны гнутся, как живые,
И так задумчиво шумят...
И, словно стадо птиц огромных,
Внезапно ветер налетит
И в сучьях спутанных и темных
Нетерпеливо прошумит

Результаты (английский) 1:

How sad look, I love autumn.In the misty, a quiet day goI am often in the Woods and there I sit —The sky white lookYes on top of dark pines.Love biting sour sheetWith a smile, lazy loungingA dream to do whimsicalYes listen woodpeckers thin whistle.The grass fade all ... cold,Calm brilliance bottled it. ..And sadness and quiet freeI'm stealing a soul ...What is remember me? WhatMe dreams don't visit?And pine bend as living,And so thoughtfully noisy ...And, like a flock of birds is enormous,Suddenly a windAnd in the tangled branches and darkVladimir prošumit

Результаты (английский) 2:

How sad look, I love autumn.
In the misty, quiet day I go
I'm often in the woods and sit -
on the sky white stare
Yes on top of the dark pine trees.
I like biting sour leaf,
with a smile lounging lazy
dream to do whimsical
Yes listen woodpeckers thin whistle.
The grass withered all ... cold,
calm glitter poured over it ...
and sadness quiet and free
I surrender all my soul ...
What do not I remember? What
I did not dream to visit?
A pine bend like living,
and so thoughtfully noise ...
And like a flock of birds huge,
sudden wind raid
And in the tangled boughs and dark
impatiently proshumit

Результаты (английский) 3:

As a sad view, i love autumn.
in mysterious, quiet day go
i often in forest and there sitting -
the sky white Aleksandrova creates
Yes the top dark pine.
love, Izu Seven Islands south sour sheet,
with a smile fields were full lazy,
A dream to deal with Maltese crosses
Yes listen to yell a thin whistling.
grass o ye vinedressers all ... cold,
a quiet shine pouring on it. ..
and sadness quiet and free
i предаюсь soul throughout the ...
what does not mount Sinai i? What
me dreams are not visit?
A pine bend, such as live,
and so perfectly true noise ...
and, as if it were a flock birds huge,
suddenly wind nor shew favor
and thus was he fair in tangled and dark
voices прошумит