Виртуальные чувства. Откуда берутся

Виртуальные чувства. Откуда берутся?
В них легко погрузится, но сложно проснуться.
Так обманчиво все, что не хочется верить.
Столько нежности, страсти. Да всего не измерить.
Сложно вытерпеть все. Одиночества пытку.
Виртуальностью жить без реальной улыбки.
Столько радости, боли. Не каждый так сможет.
Благодарен Тебе. Так люблю Тебя. Боже.
Как же все надоело. Как хочу я коснуться.
Хоть увидеть разок. Но пора уж проснуться.
Мы всего лишь слова. Здесь мы больше не можем.
Только байты летят. Ими душу мы гложем.
Ими мучаем сердце. Ими нервы сжигаем.
Виртуальную дверцу друг для друга срываем.
Виртуально живем. Виртуально уходим.
В виртуальной сети словно странники бродим.
Так идет день за днем. Мы завязли надолго.
Только это не жизнь, а лишь жизни подобно.

Результаты (английский) 1:

Virtual senses. Where do?They easily sink, but it is difficult to wake up.So deceptively everything that does not want to believe.So much tenderness, passion. Yes just not measured.It is difficult to endure. Loneliness torture.More live without a real smile.So much joy and pain. Not everyone is so.Thankful To you. Love you so. My God.How tired. How I wish to touch upon.Though see once. But it's time to really wake up.We are just words. Here we can no longer afford.Only the bytes of the fly. Their soul we gložem.Mučaem their heart. Their nerves burn.Virtual door for each other we break.Virtually live. Virtually leave.Virtual Networking like pilgrims wander.So goes the day after day. We are stuck for a long time.It's not only life, but only life like.

Результаты (английский) 2:

Virtual sense. Where they are?
They are easy to sink, but it is difficult to wake up.
So deceptive anything that does not want to believe.
So much tenderness and passion. Yes, just can not be measured.
It is difficult to sustain all. Solitude torture.
Virtual live without a real smile.
So much joy and pain. Not everyone will be able to so.
Thanks to you. I love you so. God.
How did all tired. How I want to touch.
Though seen once. But it's time to wake up too.
We are just words. Here, we can not.
Only the bytes fly. They are the soul we glozhit.
They torment the heart. They burn the nerves.
virtual door to each other breaks down.
Virtually live. Virtually leaving.
In a virtual network like strangers wandering around.
So is every day. We are stuck for a long time.
Only it is not life, but only life alike.

Результаты (английский) 3:

Virtual sense. Where are taken?
in them can be easily lowered into, but it is difficult to wake up.
so deceptively all, that you don't want to believe.
so much offended, the passion. Yes, do not measure.
difficult estrin all. Loneliness torture.
Tendency toward live without real smiles.
so much joy and pain. Not every so.
i Thank You. Love you so much. God.
as same all tired. As I refer to.
i see it could have. But it is high time that we wake up.
We have only the words. Here we can no longer.
only bytes airlines. Their per capita income we гложем.
мучаем their heart. Their nerves niggers like yourself.
a virtual door for each other срываем.
virtually live. Virtually steal.
In a virtual network as though thirsting gods cannot communicate.
so is day to day. We got stuck for long.
this is not life, but only of life like.