Кто понял жизнь тот больше не спеши

Кто понял жизнь тот больше не спешит,
Смакует каждый миг и наблюдает,
Как спит ребёнок, молится старик,
Как дождь идёт и как снежинки тают.
В обыкновенном видит красоту,
В запутанном простейшее решенье,
Он знает, как осуществить мечту,
Он любит жизнь и верит в воскресенье,
Он понял то, что счастье не в деньгах,
И их количество от горя не спасет,
Но кто живёт с синицею в руках,
Свою жар-птицу точно не найдет
Кто понял жизнь, тот понял суть вещей,
Что совершенней жизни только смерть,
Что знать, не удивляясь, пострашней,
Чем что-нибудь не знать и не уметь

Results (English) 1:

Who realized that life is no longer in a hurry,Savors every moment and observes,As the baby sleeps, old man prays,As the rain comes and how snowflakes melt.In ordinary sees beauty,In the confused the simplest decision,He knows how to make your dream come true,He loves life and believes in the Sunday,He realized that happiness is not moneyAnd their number from the grief will not save,But who lives with siniceû in hand,His Firebird don't exactly findWho understand life, that realized the essence of thingsThat perfect life only death,That know not marveling, outright,Than something not knowing and not knowing

Results (English) 2:

Who knew a life that is no longer in a hurry,
he relishes every moment and watches
How sleeping child prays The old man,
as the rain comes, and like snowflakes melting.
In ordinary sees beauty
in intricate simple solution,
he knows how to fulfill the dream,
he loves life and believes Sunday,
he realized that happiness is not in money,
and the number of grief will not save,
but who live with a bird in the hand,
his firebird will not find
who knew life, he understood the essence of the things
that is absolutely life only death,
what to know, not surprised, more terrible
than anything do not know and do not know how

Results (English) 3:

who understand life that never comes.smacks every moment and watchlike a sleeping child praying manas it"s raining, like snowflakes melt.in the ordinary sees beautyin the grave the simplest solution...he knows how to dreamhe loves life and believes in the sundayhe understood that the happiness is not the money,and the number of grief will not save.but who lives with синицею in handsits a bird won"t findwho understand life, understand the essence of thingswhat could be anymore perfect life is death.you know, not said, is even more frightful.than anything not to know and not to be able to