Прости..Такое чувство будто один.Мы

Прости..Такое чувство будто один.
Мы незаметно оба грустим.
Это твой жанр, это твой стиль,
Твоё оружие против моих сил.
Мой город стих, и ноты на стих
И этот час дремоты настиг
Здрасте...здрасте..Это ли не счастье? Но...

Результаты (английский) 1:

Forgive me..The feeling that one.
We imperceptibly both are sad.
is your genre, this is your style, your weapons against my
.
my town verse, and notes on the verse
and this hour slumber overtook
to say hello ...I..Is this not happiness? But ...

Результаты (английский) 2:

I'm sorry .. It feels like one.
we both grieve silently.
This is your genre, this is your style,
Your weapon against my strength.
My city verse, and notes on the verse
And this hour nap overtook
Good morning ... hello .. Is not happiness? But ...

Результаты (английский) 3:

They have sinned..the feeling that one.
We quietly both грустим.
this is your style, this is your style,
thy weapons against my forces.
my city verse, and note on the verse
and sealeth their instruction this hour настиг
Здрасте ... здрасте..is that not happiness? But ...