Все цветы завяли под жестоко выглм

Все цветы завяли под жестоко выглм и пронзающими днями. Снег был красив, но слеп. Он летит с небес и в этот момент сердце остывает... Заполнить пустоту души сложно и возможно ли? Такая лёгкая печаль и вдохновение. Едва дыша, пишу по ночам строки о ком то. Далёком, но родном. Любовь моя жива ,хотя озябло всё вокруг. Я тень, а со стороны явление. Так нелепо. Прости меня за эту печаль в словах, за эту откровенность и открытость души. Я не знаю кто ты, где и с кем. Станешь ли частью меня и моей суровой, как зима жизни. Я просто пишу. Все читают. Единицы понимают и чувствуют. Когда-то ,ты тот ,кто в моём сознании увидишь меня. Я не знаю ,что ты испытаешь. Может даже не посмотришь, или дадумчиво наклонишь голову и увидишь то, что не видит никто. Твои шаги будут медленными ,но уверенными. Это как иллюзия в 21 со стороны. Но для меня реальная картина в ,которой я вижу твои черты лица, чувствую как ты тепло,крепко ,но очень осторожно боясь причинить мне боль обнимаешь меня укрывая собой ото всех. Я так уверенно ,холодно и жестоко выгляжу со стороны. Для меня это самозащита. Какая боль ,нежность и хрупкость внутри меня знает только Бог... До утра всё может измениться. За одну ночь. Дыхание может остановиться. Я так смиренно приму это, что даже не потревожу никого. Только память обо мне возможно будет причинять боль. Но я бы всё таки попросила и прошу Бога дать мне время. Не для себя. Чтобы быть с родными людьми, чтобы радовать тех, кто искренне меня любит и,чтобы встретить тебя- того, кого моё сердце уже любит. Немного времени... Пожалуйста...

Результаты (английский) 1:

All the flowers have withered under vyglm and brutally home days. The snow was beautiful but blind. He flies down from heaven, and at this point the heart cools down. Fill the void of the soul it is difficult and perhaps? This light grief and inspiration. Barely breathing, I write at night of the string. Distant, but native. My love is alive, although ozjablo all around. I have a shadow, and by the phenomenon. So ridiculous. Forgive me for the sorrow in the words, for the frankness and openness of mind. I don't know who you are, where and with whom. Whether you become a part of me and my harsh winter of life. I just write. All read. Units understand and feel. Sometime, you're the one who in my mind you will see me. I don't know what you will experience. May not even look, or dadumchivo naklonish' the head and see what does not see nobody. Your steps are slow but sure. It's like an illusion in 21. But for me the real picture in which I see your facial features, feel like you're warm, hard, but very cautiously for fear of hurt me hug me sheltering themselves from all. I am so confident, and brutally cold look from the side. For me it is self-defense. What a pain, tenderness and fragility of inside me knows only God. Until this morning, everything can change. For one night. Breathing may stop. I am so humbly accept it, that not even potrevozhu. Only memory about me perhaps will cause pain. But I'd still asked and ask God to give me time. Not for yourself. To be with family people to please those who sincerely loves me and to meet you-what my heart already likes. A little time ... You are welcome...

Результаты (английский) 2:

All the flowers wilted badly under vyglm and pierces days. The snow was beautiful but blind. He flies from the sky and at that moment the heart cools ... Fill the emptiness of the soul is difficult and is it possible? This light sadness and inspiration. Barely breathing, I write at night whom the line. Distant, but native. My love is alive, but was cold all around. I am a shadow, and from the event. So ridiculous. Forgive me for this sadness in words, for the frankness and openness of the soul. I do not know who you are, where and with whom. You will become a part of me and whether my harsh as the winter life. I just write. All read. Units understand and feel. Once there, you're the one who is in my mind see me. I do not know what you will experience. You can not even look or dadumchivo tilted his head and see what nobody sees. Your steps will slowly but surely. It is an illusion to 21 from the outside. But for me the real picture in which I can see your facial features, feel like you're warm, strong, but very carefully for fear of hurting me hold me a hiding from everyone. I'm so confident, cold and cruel look the part. For me it is self-defense. What a pain, tenderness and fragility, God only knows inside me ... Until the morning everything can change. Overnight. Breathing may stop. I humbly accept it, he did not even disturb anyone. Only the memory of me will probably hurt. But I have asked all the same, and I ask God to give me time. Not for myself. To be with relatives to please those who sincerely loves me and to meet you- the one whom my heart already loves. A little time ... Please ...

Результаты (английский) 3:

all the flowers withered in the cold выглм and пронзающими days. the snow was beautiful, but the blind. he goes to heaven, and at that moment, my heart is cold. to fill the void soul difficult and perhaps? such a sad and inspiration. not breathing, i write at night line about someone. the distant, but native. my love is alive, although озябло all around. i am the shadow, and by the phenomenon. so ridiculous. forgive me for the sorrow of words for the frankness and openness of the soul. i don't know who you are, where and with whom. you are part of me and my harsh, as winter life. i just write. all read. units to understand and feel. once you are the one in my mind to see me. i don't know what you feel. can't even see, or дадумчиво наклонишь head and see what didn't see nobody. your footsteps will be slow, but sure. it's like an illusion in 21 from the outside. but for me the real picture, i can see your face, feel like you're warm, deep, but very carefully for fear of hurting me hugging me, harbored a secret. i'm so confidently, cold and cruel look like. for me, it's self-defense. what kind of pain, tenderness and fragility inside me knows only god... until morning, everything can change. for one night. the breath can stop. i humbly accept that don't disturb anyone. just remember i will be hurt. but i would still ask and beg god to give me time. not for myself. to be with the family, to make those who sincerely loves me and to meet you, my heart is love. a little time... please...