Я помню чудное мгновенье:Передо мно

Я помню чудное мгновенье:
Передо мной явилась ты,
Как мимолетное виденье,
Как гений чистой красоты.

В томленьях грусти безнадежной
В тревогах шумной суеты,
Звучал мне долго голос нежный
И снились милые черты.

Шли годы. Бурь порыв мятежный
Рассеял прежние мечты,
И я забыл твой голос нежный,
Твой небесные черты.

В глуши, во мраке заточенья
Тянулись тихо дни мои
Без божества, без вдохновенья,
Без слез, без жизни, без любви.

Душе настало пробужденье:
И вот опять явилась ты,
Как мимолетное виденье,
Как гений чистой красоты.

И сердце бьется в упоенье,
И для него воскресли вновь
И божество, и вдохновенье,
И жизнь, и слезы, и любовь.

Результаты (английский) 1:

I remember a wonderful moment:In front of me was you,As a fleeting vision,As a pure beauty.In tomlen'jah sadness hopelessIn anxieties hustle,Sounded to me long gentle voiceAnd had the cute features.Years went by. Storms GUSTS rebelliousDispelled old dreams,And I forgot your voice gentle,Your celestial features.In the wilderness, in the darkness of zatochen'jaQuiet days stretched myWithout the deity, without inspiration,Without tears, without life, without love.Soul it is probuzhden'e:And here again was you,As a fleeting vision,As a pure beauty.And your heart beats in the resurrectionAnd it resurrected againAnd the deity, and inspiration,And life, and tears, and love.

Результаты (английский) 2:

I remember a wonderful moment
you appeared in front of me,
Like a fleeting vision,
As the genius of pure beauty.

In the torture of hopeless melancholy
in alarm noisy bustle,
sounded to me a long tender voice
and dreamed of nice features.

As the years passed. Storms rush rebellious
Scattered old dream
And I forgot your tender voice,
Your heavenly features.

In the wilderness, in the darkness of captivity
dragged quietly my days
Without deity, without inspiration,
without tears, without life, without love.

The soul come awakening:
And here again you appeared,
Like a fleeting vision,
As the genius of pure beauty.

and my heart beats in ecstasy,
and risen again for him
and deity, and inspiration,
and life, and tears, and love.

Результаты (английский) 3:

i remember the wonderful moment.in front of me was you"a rose by any other name.as a genius of pure beauty.in томленьях sad hopelessin the concerns of the bustling.my voice sounded long delicateand has nice features.as the years passed. rebel storm gustscattered old dreamsand i forgot your voice is gentle,your celestial features.in the middle of nowhere, in the darkness of заточеньяmy days were quietwithout god, without вдохновенья,no tears, no life, no love.the shower is now behold, they are:and when you came back,"a rose by any other name.as a genius of pure beauty.and your heart beats in упоенье,and for him back againand god, peace and shit.and life, tears, and love.