Не просите, не просите чтоб влился,

Не просите, не просите чтоб влился,
В небо луч теплый голубой.
Когда на плечи опускается ночь, опускается ночь, Хоть иногда вспыхните чувства!
Завершив свои путешествия, гонимые ураганом, Под солнцем расстели свои паруса.
Запылившиеся ковры моих чувств,
расстели по ветру ,взбивая белыми прутьями.
Играя на домбре, на которой не играли,
Разожги рано мое веселье.
Шуми под моими окнами,
Тополь, дарящий ветер и прохладу.
Будто бьется открыв свой источник,
раскачивая из глубины светлый родник.
В этой жизни и раньше я был пешим,
Дай разбежаться моему сердцу побыстрей.

Results (English) 1:

Don't ask, don't ask to join, In the sky a warm Blue Ray. When night is falling on the shoulders, night is falling, Though sometimes Flash senses! Having completed their journey, buffeted by Hurricane under the Sun rassteli your sails. Zapylivshiesja carpets of my feelings, rassteli on wind, whipping white bars.Playing the dombra, which did not play, Just light sooner my fun. Shumi beneath my Windows Poplar, giving wind and coolness.If he beats its source, shaking from the depths of light spring. In this life, and before I was hiking, Give my heart run faster.

Results (English) 2:

Do not ask, do not ask so joined,
in a warm blue sky beam.
When night falls on the shoulders, the night falls, at least occasionally break out feelings!
After completing their journey, driven by the storm, Under the sun Spread your sails.
Dusty carpets of my feelings,
Spread by the wind, whipping white bars.
Playing on the lute, which did not play
Make up early my fun.
Schumi under my windows,
Poplar, giving the wind and cool.
As if beating their open source,
swinging from the depths of a light source.
In this life, before I was on foot,
Let my heart be quick to scatter.

Results (English) 3:

don't ask, don't ask to be shown.in the sky a warm blue.when night is falling on the shoulders, night is falling, sometimes вспыхните feelings!having completed its journey, гонимые hurricane under the sun tidy up their sails.запылившиеся carpets of my feelingstidy up in the wind, взбивая white bars.playing on the домбре, which is not played.so early, my fun.noise under my windows.poplar, giving the wind and the cold.it's opening a sourceраскачивая from the bright spring.in this life and before i was on footgive out my heart quickly.