Коли їй було солодко, мені було хор

Коли їй було солодко, мені було хороше і навпаки, хоча я ніколи навіть не тримав її руки.
Коли вона брала терпкі ягоди з моїх солоних долонь і тулила собі до вуст, я втрачав землю під ногами і здоровий глузд.
Коли сідала стомлена за кермо і прямувала кудись у далечінь, мала звичку забувати паспорти, ключі і підбирати раптових людей з приміських узбіч.
І я говорив їй – «не бійся нікого, , ніколи і ні за що себе не картай, не сій морок в серці своїм.
Цвіти, моя квітко, просто рости і цвіти. Нехай моєю турботою буде тебе зростити і вберегти.
Якщо блукатимеш, то пливи, лети і мчи на мій голос, він заповнюватиме твої вуха, як корок заповнює горлянки пляшок.
Коли втомишся, падай у соковиту пружну траву і рахуй полохливих птахів на дахах будинків.
І я присягаюся, зоре моя, що як тільки вони помічатимуть це, як тільки побачать твоє білосніжне лице – завмиратимуть, слухатимуть твій притишений лік.
Навіть коли здаватиметься, що пішов, що висох, як на вінцях келихів сухе вино – знай, я у серці твоїм все одно. Навіть коли здаватиметься, що я не я, коли очі твої мироточитимуть моїм ім`ям, через сотні літ, через сотні зим я лишусь, моя зоре, в серці гарячім твоїм.
Будь обережна з гострим, не їж з ножа, знай між життям і смертю тонка межа. А коли твої рани обливатимуться кров`ю і молоком, я буду твоїм антисептиком, я буду твоїм рушником. Стерегтиму твій сон, гойдатиму на руках, блукатиму у сновидіннях і з`являтимусь у казках.
Лише цвіти, моя квітко, просто рости і цвіти. Нехай моєю турботою буде тебе зростити і вберегти.»

Результаты (английский) 1:

When she was sweet, I was good, and vice versa, although I never even held her hand. When she was tart berries from my sweet palms and tulila yourself to the mouth, I was losing ground under their feet and common sense. When roosts stomlena behind the wheel and was heading somewhere in the distance, had the habit of forgetting passports, keys and glean unexpected people from suburban uzbìč. And I said to her, "do not fear anyone, never for anything not authority, not its own darkness in his heart. Cvìti, my kvitko, just grow and cvìti. Let my concern would you to nurture and protect. If blukatimeš, then sail on, fly and mči on my voice, it zapovnûvatime your ears as the CAP fills every bottles. When you get tired, paday in juicy elastic grass and rahuj polohlivih birds on the roofs of houses. And I swear, the brightest of my that as soon as they pomìčatimut′ it, as soon as they see your snowy face – zavmiratimut′, sluhatimut′ your pritišenij Lic. Even when the object that went that is dry, like the Corollas incurved inwards glasses dry wine – I know, I'm in your care. Even when the object that I am not, when your eyes your mirotočitimut′ my name, due to hundreds of years through hundreds of winters I lišus′, my brightest, in the heart of the garâčìm yours. Any cautious with sharp, do not eat with knife, dating between life and death, a fine line. And when your wounds oblivatimut′sâ blood and milk, I'll be your antiseptic, I'll be your towel. Steregtimu your dream gojdatimu on hand, blukatimu in snovidìnnâh and z'âvlâtimus′ in the fairy tales. Only cvìti my kvitko, just grow and cvìti. Let my concern would you to nurture and protect.

Результаты (английский) 2:

When she was sweet, it was good and vice versa, although I had never even held her hand.
When she was tart berries with my salty palms and tulyla himself to his lips, I lost the ground under their feet and common sense.
When sat tired behind the wheel and directed into the distance, was wont forget passports, keys and pick up a sudden people from suburban roadsides.
and I told her - "not afraid of anyone, never and would themselves not rebuke not sow the darkness in his heart.
color, my flower just grow and bloom. Let my concern is you nurture and protect.
If you be walking, then swim, fly and mchy in my voice, it fills your ears as cork fills the throat of bottles.
When tired, fall into a juicy springy grass and counts shy birds on rooftops.
And I swear dawn mine that once they will notice it as soon as they see your snow-white face - zavmyratymut, hear your prytyshenyy health.
Even though seem that followed that dry, as the climax of glasses of dry wine - know I'm in your heart anyway. Even though it will seem that I was not myself when my eyes shall myrotochytymut im`yam through hundreds of years, hundreds of winters I lyshus, my star, your heart hot.
Be careful with sharp, do not eat with a knife between life and know the death of a fine line. When your wounds oblyvatymutsya blood and milk, I'll be your antiseptic, I'll be your towel. Keep your dream hoydatymu in her arms, walking in dreams and fairy tales in z`yavlyatymus.
Only bloom, my flower, easy to grow and bloom. Let my care will nurture and protect you. "