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Как вам Евтушенко в перевода Гугла..?

Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Sleep, my beloved !

Salt spray glitter on the fence .
The gate is locked.
                      And the sea ,
smoking and heaving , and the dam Dolby
salty sun sucked into itself .
Sleep, my beloved ...
            Torment not my soul ,
Already sleeping and mountains , and steppe,
And our dog hromuchy ,
                 shaggy - dense ,
Lies down and licks salty chain .
And the sea - all whisper,
                    and branches - all the grumbling,
And all his experience -
                      dog on a leash
And I'm - in a whisper,
                  then - half-whisper ,
Then - silently:
                   " Sleep, my beloved ... "
Sleep, my beloved ...
               Forget that we are at loggerheads .
Imagine:
         wake .
                     The freshness of everything.
We are in the hay.
          We dreamy.
                  And breathes yoghurt
from below ,
                from the cellar -
                            asleep.
Oh, how I make
                    all present
you distrustful ?
               Sleep, my beloved ...
In the dream smile .
                (All the tears were! )
flowers pack
             and observed , where the supply,
and a lot of beautiful dresses buy .
Muttering in sleep ?
           Tired of tossing and turning ?
You're in a dream Wrap
                  and enveloped them.
In a dream you can do everything
                           it likes
everything
       that muttering,
                      if not sleep .
Do not sleep recklessly ,
                     and even the jurisdiction of -
after all
         that is secret
                       screaming in the background.
your eyes hard.
                    In so crowded .
Under centuries lighter in a dream .
Sleep, my beloved ...
               What is the cause of insomnia ?
Surly seething sea ?
             Trees bene?
Misgivings ?
                    Somebody's dishonesty?
Or maybe not someone ,
                   but just mine?
Sleep, my beloved ...
               Can not be helped ,
but know
        that I am innocent of this fault .
Forgive me - do you hear? -
                       love me - do you hear ? -
even in a dream
               even in dreams!
Sleep, my beloved ...
               We - on this earth ,
furiously flying ,
               impending explode -
and we must embrace ,
               cling ,
and if the break -
                  break together .
Sleep, my beloved ...
               Wrongs do not .
Let Sonic quiet eyes populated ,
So hard on this earth is filled ,
and yet -
             you hear , my beloved? -
                                Sleep ...
And the sea - all whisper,
                    and branches - all the grumbling,
And all his experience -
                      dog on a leash
And I'm - in a whisper,
                  then - half-whisper ,
Then - silently:
                   " Sleep, my beloved ... "

1964

На самом деле не так уж плохо ;)

А это мои мечты о лесном дожде в переводе того же Гугла... ;)))))

Summer ... Heat ... I want so much cooler ... Rain in the forest ...

I magine yourself in a small house in the woods... I sit by the window with a book . Raining ... A slight noise of the falling drops calms, soothes ... And when it ends , will be singing birds and sweet little ray of sunshine gently pierce through the thick green foliage. Then I put it off for a book , thrown over her blouse and go out to admire the clean, washed by the nature and hear extraordinary sounds of the forest ...