Дейв , Лишь тот, кто ждёт — оценит

Дейв , Лишь тот, кто ждёт — оценит встречу,в разлуке нет ничьей вины -
кто не любил — тот гасит свечи,кто любит — тот горит внутри.
ДЕЙВ ТЫ ПРОДОЛЖАЕШЬ МЕНЯ ОБМАНЫВАТЬ , МНЕ ЛГАТЬ ,4 ЧАСА ЭТО СЛИШКОМ МНОГО ВРЕМЕНИ ДЛЯ ПРИГОТОВЛЕНИЯ ОБЕДА ДЛЯ ОДНОГО СЕБЯ, Я ДУМАЮ , ЧТО ТЫ ПРОДОЛЖАЕШЬ ОБМАНЫВАТЬ ДРУГИХ ЖЕНЩИН , ПЫТАЯСЬ ЗАРАБОТАТЬ НА ЭТОМ . ПОЭТОМУ ТЕБЕ НЕТ НИКАКОГО ДЕЛА ДО МЕНЯ , ТЫ ДАЖЕ ЗАБЫЛ , ЧТО ПООБЕЩАЛ ЧЕРЕЗ НЕСКОЛЬКО МИНУТ БЫТЬ НА СВЯЗИ. НУ ЧТО Ж ПРАВО ВЫБОРА Я ВСЕГДА ОСТАВЛЯЮ ЗА МУЖЧИНОЙ . ДЛЯ МЕНЯ ХОТЬ ТЫ И ОЗОРНОЙ МАЛЬЧИК , НО ТЫ МУЖЧИНА . ПРОЧТИ СТИХИ, КОТОРЫЕ Я ТЕБЕ НАПИШУ И ВДУМАЙСЯ В ИХ СМЫСЛ.
Вы его любили? Неужели?Но полшага - разве это путь?!
Сколько вы пудов с ним соли съели?Как успели в душу заглянуть?!
Что вы знали, ведали о нем?To, что у него есть губы, руки,
Комплимент, цветы, по моде брюки -Вот и все, пожалуй, в основном?
Что б там ни шептал он вам при встрече,Как возможно с гордою душой
Целоваться на четвертый вечер И в любви признаться на восьмой?!
Пусть весна, пускай улыбка глаз...Но ведь мало, мало две недели!
Вы б сперва хоть разглядеть успели,Что за руки обнимают вас!
Говорите, трудно разобраться,Если страсть. Допустим, что и так.
Но ведь должен чем-то отличаться Человек от кошек и дворняг!
Но ведь чувства тем и хороши,Что горят красиво, гордо, смело.
Пусть любовь начнется. Но не с тела, А с души, вы слышите,- с души!
Я больше не хочу с тобой ругаться.
Мне надоело отношенья выяснять.
Давай попробуем в причинах разобраться.
Зачем опять друг друга оскорблять?
Придирки, крики, склоки и ворчанье,
Ты вечно недоволен, вечно злой.
А я почти в истерике, на грани.
Ведёшь себя ужасно, как чужой!
Я тоже не подарок – это ясно.
Я тоже стала злиться, психовать.
Но было и у нас ведь всё прекрасно!
Когда друг друга перестали понимать?
Да, быт совместный отрезвляет чувства.
Романтика совсем сошла на нет.
Но без тебя одной в квартире пусто.
Ведь ты по-прежнему любимый человек.
Давай жалеть друг друга хоть немного.
Давай друг другу нервы не трепать.
Давай оставим разногласия за порогом.
Давай вдвоём любовь свою спасать!
Я пройдусь по твоей душе…
Очень тихо и нежно-нежно…
Посижу тихонько в тиши…
У тропинки, что вьюгой
заснежена…
Я дыханье твоё застелю…
Ароматом цветов прекрасных…
И еще чуть-чуть постою…
Посмотрю, что все не напрасно…
Отогрею кусочки льда…
Я на сердце твоем усталом…
Чтоб оно уже никогда…
Ни за что уже не страдало…
И замерзшую душу твою…
Одинокую и прекрасную…
Положу на ладошку свою…
Чтобы жизнь твоя стала сказкою…
Наверно, хорошо быть чьим-то счастьем,
Когда тебя - в охапку и в обнимку,
Целует в щеки, в губы и в запястья
Смешная, но твоя лишь половинка...
Наверно, хорошо быть чьим-то Солнцем,
Когда ты лучиком касаешься ладоней,
Когда ты даришь всю любовь, до донца,
Тому лишь, кто душою тебя понял.
Наверно, хорошо быть чьей-то лучшей,
Пусть иногда и злюкой, и колючей,
Но кто-то так к тебе не равнодушен,
Что вмиг разгонит от тебя все тучи.
Наверно, хорошо, когда любимой
Тебя тот кто-то нежно называет...
Когда ты знаешь, что необходима...
И он об этом тоже точно знает.
Я так долго искала тебя средь толпы
Тех мужчин, что совсем были мне безразличны,
Среди будничных дней и ночей маеты,
Средь весны и зимы и погоды различной.
Я искала тебя и все время звала,
Но в ответ тишина и безмолвия горечь.
И я снова и снова искала тебя
Среди всех моих близких, друзей и знакомых.
И я знала как будет наш выглядеть дом,
И что будет тот дом всегда полон друзьями.
Знала каждую комнату, каждый проем,
Ведь я это в душе все хранила годами.
И когда, обессилев от поиска, я,
Раз последний решусь поискать средь прохожих,
Вдруг почувствую сердцем в толпе я тебя
И застыну, чтоб ты мог почувствовать тоже.
И тогда подойдешь ты ко мне не спеша,
И посмотришь в глаза, и обнимешь за плечи,
И вдруг скажешь: Как долго искал я тебя
Среди этой толпы безразличных мне женщин…
Я могла бы сойти с ума,
Мне в безумии стало б легче.
Сотворила кумира сама...
Эти губы, глаза и плечи.
Я могла бы сгореть до тла,
Выжигая его из памяти.
Стерла б ластиком добела,
Только след все равно останется.
Я могла бы его грехи
Замолить...и забыть, что были.
Только б снова его духи
Надо мной сладкой дымкой плыли.
Понимаю, что надо уйти,
И спастись хоть наполовину,
Только снова его "Прости"-
Равносильно, что выстрел в спину.
Прости меня, милый, за то, что не дура,
За то, что никак не привыкну к дерьму,
На фоне овечьей твоей клиентуры
Я слишком умна, чтобы верить всему...
Прости меня, милый, но я не позволю
Мне нА уши вешать лапшу до утра,
В твоих полубреднях разумную долю
Всегда отыщу... Остальное - мура...
Прости меня, милый, но мне надоело!
Меня не прельщают твои миражи!
И светлое чувство мое отгорело...
Скорей - захлебнулось в интригах и лжи...
Куда собираюсь? Конечно же, к маме -
Заштопать беседой на сердце дыру...
Вернусь? Обязательно! Встретишь с цветами...
/Единственный раз я сегодня совру...
Вы все хотите честную жену,
Чтоб знала свое место и любила,
Чтоб берегла покой и тишину,
Чтобы была покладистой и милой.
Вы все хотите преданности, ласки,
Быть первыми у девушки своей,
А сами надеваете лишь маски
И делайте поступками больней.
Вы все хотите ту, чтобы гордиться,
Перед друзьями, если спросят вдруг,
А сами заставляете стыдиться,
Искать поддержки у своих подруг.
Вы все хотите юных, непорочных,
Не любящих ни разу никогда,
А сами проверяете на прочность
Бывалых шлюх с соседнего двора
Вы все хотите все одновременно
Наивную красотку для души,
Для тела же находите мгновенно
Вульгарных телок в роковой глуши.
Вы все хотите тех, кто не оставит,
Кто будет ждать вас целые года.
Взамен даете боль, что сердце ранит,
Тайком лаская блудные тела.

Результаты (английский) 1:

Dave, only he who waits-evaluate meeting, separated no draw fault-who did not love — such one extinguishes candles, who loves — he Burns inside.DAVE YOU STILL DECEIVE ME, LIE to ME .4 HOURS is TOO MUCH TIME for COOKING LUNCH for ONE MYSELF, I think YOU STILL DECEIVE OTHER WOMEN trying to CAPITALIZE on THIS. SO YOU HAVE NO CASE TO ME, YOU EVEN FORGET WHAT PROMISED TO BE A FEW MINUTES. WELL THE RIGHT CHOICE I ALWAYS LEAVE BEHIND A MAN. FOR ME THOUGH YOU NAUGHTY BOY, BUT YOU'RE A MAN. READ THE POEMS THAT I WRITE AND PONDER THEIR MEANING.You liked him? Really? But half-is this the way?!How many pounds of salt with him you ate? how managed soul look?!What you know, know about it? To that he has lips, hands,Compliment, flowers, fashion pants-that's all, perhaps?That there's no whispering to you at the meeting, As is possible with gordoû soulKissing on the fourth evening and in affection to admit at the eighth?Let the spring, let them smile ... But little two weeks!You first though to discern, That hands embrace you!Say, it is difficult to understand if the passion. Suppose that and so.But there must be something different from cats and mongrels!But the sense of order and good that burn nicely, Gordo, boldly.Let the love begin. But not with the body and with the soul, you hear, from the soul!I no longer want to argue with you.I'm tired of figuring out consideration.Let's try to understand why.Why insult each other again?Carping, shouting, squabbling and vorčan′e,You are eternally unhappy, eternally evil.And I'm almost on the verge of hysteria.Behaving himself terribly, like alien!I'm also not a gift is clear.I also became angry, psihovat′.But it was and we have everything perfectly!When a friend of a friend no longer understand?Yes, life joint sobering feeling.Romance is completely descended.But without you one in the apartment is empty.After all, you are still loved one.Let's feel sorry for each other a little bit.Come on each other's nerves not scolding.Let's leave the differences at a threshold.Let's together love your rescue!I'm going to walk on your soul.Very softly and gently-gently.Surf gently in the calm of the ...From trails that dancezasnežena ...I breath your zastelû ...Fragrance of flowers.And still barely stand ...See that all is not in vain ...Otogreû ice cubes ...I heart your tired.To it already ...For anything not already suffered.And frozen soul of your ...Lonely and beautiful ...Put on your hands.That your life has become skazkoû.I guess it's good to be someone else's happiness,When you-in an armful and hugging,Kisses on the cheeks, lips and wristFunny, but your only half ...I guess it's good to be someone's Sun,When you are touched by hands, RayWhen you give all the love to the Donets,The fact only who understood you soul.I guess it's good to be someone's best,Let the ill-natured person and sometimes barbed,But someone so you are not indifferent,That suddenly razgonit from you all clouds.Probably a good thing when your favoriteYou that someone gently calls ...When you know what you need ...And he knows about that too.I've looked for you in the crowdThose men that really had me indifferent,Among the everyday days and nights maety,In the spring and winter weather and different.I looked for you and all the time called,But in response, silence and silence the bitterness.And I again and again looking for youAmong all my relatives, friends and acquaintances.And I knew how to be our House look likeAnd what will the House is always full of friends.Knew every room each doorway,Because I have it in the soul of all stored for years.And when, exhausted from searching, IOnce the last dare to search among passers-by,Suddenly feel heart in the crowd I got youAnd zastynu, that you could feel too.And then thou dost but touch me slowly,And look in the eyes, and the first try by the shoulders,And suddenly you say: how long was looking for I love youAmong this crowd indifferent to me ...I could go crazy,Me madness became b easier.Made an Idol herself.Those lips, eyes and shoulders.I could burn to ashes,Burning it from memory.B wipe the eraser white,There will still be only a trace.I could have his sinsPray for forgiveness. and forget that were.Only b again his perfumeMe sweet haze floated.I understand that I must leave,And escape, though halfBut again his "forgive"-Tantamount to that shot in the back.Forgive me, Darling, not Dura,For what does not get used to the shit,Against the background of the sheep of your clienteleI'm too smart to believe everything.Forgive me, dear, but I will not letMe on the ears of baloney until morning,In your polubrednâh a reasonable portionAlways found again. The rest-Mura ...Forgive me, Darling, but I'm tired!I did not deceive your Mirage!And a bright sense of my otgorelo ...Hurry-has drowned in the intrigues and lies.Where are going? Of course, to mom-Patch up the conversation heart hole ...I'll be back? Be sure! Meet with flowers .../Only time I lie ...You all want an honest wifeTo know his place and loved,To protected peace and quiet,To be accommodating and cute.You all want loyalty, affection,Be the first girl,And wear only masksAnd do good deeds bol′nej.You all want that to be proud of,Before friends if asked suddenly,And they get to be ashamed,Seek support from their girlfriends.You all want young, pure,Not loving the never never,And check for strengthSeasoned sluts from the neighbouring yardYou all want all at the same timeNaive beauty for the soul,For body same find instantlyVulgar heifers in a fateful wilderness.You all want those who don't leave,Who will be waiting for you the whole year.Instead of giving pain, heart wounds,Sneaking caressing prodigal body.

Результаты (английский) 2:

Dave Only he who waits - will appreciate the meeting, apart no one's fault -
who did not like - the one extinguishes the candles, who loves - that burns inside.
DAVE you continue to lie to me, lie to me, 4 HOURS too much time for lunch only for myself, I think you continue to deceive another woman trying to capitalize on this. So you do not care about me, you even forgot that he had promised in a few minutes to be connected. Well I have the right to choose always leaves a man. FOR ME though you naughty boy, but you're a man. Read verses, which I'll write and ponder their meaning.
You loved him? Really? But a half-step - is this the way ?!
How many pounds do you eat salt with it? How had time to look into the soul ?!
What did you know, were in charge of it? To, that he has a mouth, hands,
compliments, flowers, in the fashion of pants -That's all, perhaps, basically?
What would there any whispering it to you at the meeting as possible with a proud heart
Kissing on the fourth evening and love admit the eighth ?!
Let the spring, let the smile eyes ... But not enough, little two weeks!
You used first even had time to see that in the hands embrace you!
Say it is difficult to understand, if the passion. Suppose that, and that.
But should something different person from cats and mongrels!
But feeling so good, what is beautiful burn proudly, bravely.
Let the love begin. But not with the body, and a soul, you hear - from the heart!
I do not want you to swear.
I'm tired of the attitude to find out.
Let's try to understand the causes.
Why insult each other again?
nitpicking, shouting, bickering and grumbling,
you always dissatisfied, always angry.
And I almost hysterically, on the verge.
're acting badly as someone else!
I'm also not a gift - it is clear.
I also began to get angry, hysterical.
But it was also because we have everything perfect!
When stopped each other to understand?
Yes, life shared sobering feeling.
Romance completely petered out.
But no one in your apartment is empty.
After all, you are still a loved one.
Come to spare each other a little bit.
Come on each other nerves wag.
Let's leave the controversy over the threshold .
Come together to rescue his love!
I'll go on your heart ...
very quietly and gently, gently ...
Surf quietly in the silence ...
In the path that blizzard
covered with snow ...
I've laid out your breath ...
the beautiful fragrance of flowers ...
And a little post ...
Watch, that everything is not in vain ...
heating of pieces of ice ...
I'm on your heart, tired ...
that it would never ...
No way will not suffer ...
And your soul ... the frozen
lonely and beautiful ...
put on your palm ...
to your life become a fairy tale ...
probably a good thing be someone's happiness,
when you - in his arms and hugging,
kisses on the cheeks, lips and wrist
funny, but your only half ...
probably a good thing to be someone's sun,
when you're a ray touching the palm,
when you you give all the love to the stems,
only Tom who soul you get it.
Probably good to be someone better,
albeit sometimes ZLYKA and prickly,
but someone so to you is not indifferent,
that suddenly all of you will disperse the clouds.
Probably good when your favorite
Thee that someone gently calls ...
When you know what is needed ...
And this, too, he knows.
I've been looking for you among the crowd
of those men that were completely indifferent to me,
among weekdays and nights maety,
Amid the spring and the winter weather and different.
I was looking for you all the time calling,
but in response to the silence and stillness of bitterness.
And again and again I was looking for you
among all my family and friends.
And I know how our house will look like,
and what will be the house is always full of friends.
I knew every room, each opening,
Cause I is in the soul of all stored for years.
And when, exhausted from searching, I
make up my mind once last look among passers-by,
suddenly feel heart in crowd I'll
zastynu And, so that you could feel, too.
And then you come near me slowly,
and look into his eyes, and embrace the shoulders,
and suddenly you say: How long have you been looking for me
among this crowd of women indifferent to me ...
I could get crazy,
I became used to the madness easier.
Let us make an idol itself ...
Those lips, eyes and shoulders.
I could burn to the ground,
burning it from memory.
b erased eraser-hot,
only traces still remain.
I could his sins
and pray for forgiveness ... to forget that they were.
Only to him again the spirits
above me sweet haze floated.
I understand that we must go,
and to save at least half
again its only "sorry" -
Same as the shot in the back.
I'm sorry cute, for what is not a fool,
For what can not get used to shit
on the background of your sheep clientele
I'm too smart to believe everything ...
I'm sorry, dear, but I'm not going to let
me hang noodles on the ears up in the morning,
in your reasonable share polubrednyah
Always ... I will seek rest - Mura ...
I'm sorry, dear, but I'm tired!
I do not seduce your mirage!
And my feeling light otgorelo ...
Hurry - bogged down in the intrigues and lies .. .
Where I am going? Of course, to my mother -
darned conversation heart hole ...
right? Always! Met with flowers ...
/ The only time today I'll lie ...
You all want an honest wife,
that they might know the place and loved
That took care of peace and quiet,
order was accommodating and pleasant.
You all want loyalty, affection,
to be the first in my girl,
And they themselves put on a mask
and do the actions of the patient.
You all want that to be proud,
in front of friends, when suddenly asked,
But forcing yourself to be ashamed,
to seek support from their friends.
You all want young, blameless,
who does not love never never
And do check the strength of
a seasoned whore next door
all you want all at once
naive beauty of the soul,
for the body is also a quickly
fatal vulgar heifers in the wilderness.
You want all those who will not leave,
who will be waiting for you the whole year.
In return, give pain that hurts the heart,
secretly caressing the prodigal body.

Результаты (английский) 3:

When you are in and then the toy,
thyself in the cheeks, the lips and the wrist
uproarious, but your only half ...
probably, well who or what is the Sun,
when you glimmer and bottom of the chests,
when you даришь all love, up to stems,
4 HOURS is too much time for cooking lunch for one, I think, that you're strangled deceive other women, in an attempt to earn on this . SO YOU HAVE NO CASE to me, you didn't even have forgotten ,Dave , only the, who is waiting for - will appreciate meeting,in consolation game there is no guilt -
who is not loved - that absorbs the plugs,who loves - the light is on inside.
ДЕЙВ you strangled ME deceive , I lie ,As promised in a few minutes. I the right choice I always leave it to BY MEN HOUSEHOLDS HEADED BY . For me at least you AND ОЗОРНОЙ boy , but you are a man. HO's poems, which I'll write and ВДУМАЙСЯ in their meaning.
You loved? Does?but on vacation - I think this is not a path? !
how much you belfry with him salt ate?How do I wait too long in the per capita income to look? !
that you knew, responsible about it?To, that it has a lip, hands,
compliment, flowers, fashion trousers -and that's all there is to it, perhaps,In the main?
that b is not afraid he would tell you when meeting,as possible with гордою soul
a grin or a smirk on the fourth evening and in love confess to the eighth? !
let spring, albeit a smile eyes ... but little, little two weeks!
You can see the first time,that the secret hands you!
speak, it is difficult to understand,If passion. For example, the and so.
but should the different people from cats and дворняг!
but a sense of order and good,That is beautifully lit, proudly, boldly.
Let love begin. But not with the body, and the soul, you hear,- with soul!
I no longer want to use you swear.
i just want to seek отношенья.
let's try to understand the causes.
Why should I, again each other to offend?
grounds, cries, squabbles and is normal,
you forever dissatisfied, forever angry.
A i almost, on the brink of.
after all we've done a terrible, as well as someone else's!
i is not a gift - this is clear.
i became damn him,Психовать.
but it was, and we do have all is well!
when each other are no longer understand?
Yes, welfare joint is rudely awakened feelings.
Romance just slept at the no.
but without you one in the apartment is empty.
And you continue to be a favorite people.
let's spare each other at least a little bit.
let's each other nerves do not alehouse.
Let's leave aside their differences for the threshold.
let's requires two love their lives!
i проидусь on thy soul ...
It is very quiet and silky silky ...
Посижу - mummy in the seclusion ...
the pathways, and that
заснежена ...
i impregnable â€" inâ застелю ...
flavor colors beautiful ...
and yet a little excite ...
Thomas, that all is not wasted ...
Отогрею pieces of ice ...
I am at the heart of the LORD thy God giveth thee hollows ...
unto it already has never ...
nor for that already do not suffer ...
and a frozen thee ...
great congregation: and an excellent ...
Jeroboam the column heading its ...
so that life has become thy сказкою ...
probably, well be who or what is happiness,
When you are in and then the toy,
thyself in the cheeks, the lips and the wrist
uproarious, but your only half ...
probably, well who or what is the Sun,
when you glimmer and bottom of the chests,
when you даришь all love, up to stems,
The only, who my soul you understand you.
probably, well be someone else'S best,
let sometimes and злюкои, and the barbed,
but someone so you do not communicating,
that unconsciously such from you all clouds.
probably, well, when your favorite
You the one who is a pale leaf refers to as ...
when you know that you need ...
and he about this too knows exactly.
i so long sought thee in broad daylight crowd
those men that just have been me indifferent,
among delivered each weekday morning days and nights маеты,
In broad daylight spring and winter weather and varying degrees.
I wanted you, and all the time motioning,
but also in response to the silence and silence during the bitterness.
and i have again and again sought thee
among all of my loved ones, friends and acquaintances.
and I knew how will our look like home,
And that will be the house is always full with friends.
knew every room, each opening,
and I was in the shower all storing years.
and when, left forearm from the search, i,
once again the last presumptions in broad daylight look for passers,
Suddenly the heart's depeche mode in the crowd i
AND застыну, but you could feel too.
and then will you to me is not floaters,
and steeped in the eyes, and обнимешь the shoulders,
and suddenly you tell me: How long have I thee
Among this crowd lookout me women ...
I could get off the crazy,
me in madness has become more easier.
has achieved great things thou shalt itself ...
these lips, eyes and shoulders.
i could burn to the ground,
burning it from memory.
rubbed the eraser add boneless raisins,
Only trail is still remain.
i could his грехи
Замолить ... and forget that were.
only b again his perfume
i sweet haze sailed.
understand that it must withdraw,
and survived at least half,
only again his "Forgive" -
tantamount to that shot in the back.
Forgive me, do you know what I'm going for the fact that is not dura,
for the fact that no historic monument to дерьму,
sheep in the background listening now: clientele
i is too clever to believe the entire ...
Forgive me, but I'm, but I will not let
I am on the ears hang noodles until the morning,
thou полубреднях a reasonable portion of
always shepherd seeketh out his flock ... The rest is Moore's law ...
Forgive me, do you know what I'm going, but I am tired!
i am not thy book entitled mirages!
and bright feeling of my отгорело ...
Most likely - has drowned in the intrigues and lies ...
where I'm going? Of course, the mother -
patch this hole conversation at the heart of the hole ...
come back? Be sure to! Sledging with the colors ...
/The only time I have today совру ...
you all want to honest wife,
We knew their place and loved,
hardships unto peace and quiet,
that was nonproliferation regime and sweet.
you all want to loyalty, affection,
Be the first for the young girl its,
and you build themselves only mask
and do deeds больнеи.
You all want to the, to be proud,
before your friends, if you ask me,
A military parade themselves ashamed,
> support from their wives.
you all want to young, gain troubleth his own house,
do not love has never never,

Who will wait for you entire year.
instead giving pain, that the heart of the dissipate,
Thaicom great fight inappropriate physical contact body.And the free wheeling on the strength
disadvantages шлюх with neighboring courtyard
you all you want to all the time
naive красотку soul,
For The body same find instantly
vulgar and rangelands in fateful unspoiled.
you all want to those who would not leave,