Ответы к заданию: С праздником весны и любви!

There are going to be long wanderings
The country of Love — is a great country
And her knights for ordeals
She will be asking for more and more
She will demand separation
And will deprive them of rest and sleep.

But you can't turn them back
Those insane are ready to pay
At any cost, and they would give their lives
For saving , not to let be torn
The magical invisible thread
That has been stretched among them.

Fresh wind besotted a chosen few.
He would sweep them off their feet,
And would rise from the dead
Because if you have never loved
Then you never lived, and never breathed.

And there will be many travellings and wanderings, the realm of Love is a great country. And it will more and more decidedly ask its knights for trials, will demand partings and long distances, will deprive them of calmness, rest and sleep.
But it's impossible to turn the mad people back, they are already agreeable to pay any price and would take the risk of their lives not to allow to tear the magic invisible thread that has been stretched between them.
The fresh wind made the peculiar persons drunk, knocked them off their feet, raised from the dead. Because, if one hasn't loved, he hasn't lived and hasn't breathed.

There will be lots of wanderings and rambles,
The Land of Love is a distinguished land,
Still more and more she is asking knights of her for courage and devotion,
Demanding distances and partings,
Whereas depriving them of rest and peace and sleep.

Insanity can no way resist to go on falling,
And willingly they pay the cost of life
For the mysterious ethereal link,
The one which had been built between them,
be lasting and secure, for any price.

The heroes were drunk of the bracing wind,
It knocked them down and raised them from the dead,
For if you didn't ever fall in love,
Then you did not exist and didn't breathe.

And should be many wanderings and prowl,
A Love realm is great realm.
And from its knights for trial goal
It will begin to ask more severe,
It will demand a distance and a solitude
And will bring them restlessness, weariness and a lack of sleep.

But nothing can turn such a madman back
For they agree for any pay
By any price and even life they would risk
For keep a faint magic thread, which they were bound, untorn.

A fresh wind made selected drunk
And knocked them down and made alive
For if you have not loved
You have not lived and breathed

There will be many wanderings and travels
Because the Land of Love is such an immense place.

So those courageous knights, who trip there with a challenge,
Will be thoroughly tried.

The Land requires partings filled with sorrow,
And distances between those full of love,
Takes their rest, comfort, their quiet dreams she follows.

But nothing will get back those, who are possessed with feelings.

They want to pay, take chances with the lives,
Give anything to keep and hold that magic binding
That's been uniting them.

The chosen ones were intoxicated with fresh and mild breeze
Which knocked them off,
Which resurrected them.

And one can't state they are alive and breathing beings
If Love has failed to find the path to their hearts.

There will be much of travelling and roaming,
The land of love spreads out for many miles.
Severely it will challenge in their wanderings
All those who title themselves to be its knights.
Deprived for that of rest, and calm, and sleep,
And separated by that long-term trip.

No power in the world could stop these madmen,
They have agreed to pay with any cost
To keep the magic thread of love that joins them
Uncut, though if their lives would be lost.
Insane of love, as fact they do believe
If never loved, you never breathed, you never lived.

And it will be a lot of wanderings and travels
The Land of Love is the great country of all
And Love will test her knights stronger and stronger
Will demand separating and distances
Will deprive of rest and sleep…

But it will be failed to turn madmen back
They are agree to pay already
At any cost and would risk with life
To not allow to tear and to keep
Magic invisible thread
Which have stretched between them.

Fresh wind exited the elite
From feet forced down, from the dead revived
Because if did not love
So did not live and so did not breathe.

There’ll be a lot of travels and wanderings,
The Land of Love is the greatest land.
She will begin more strictly to ask for
From her knights to put on trials them,
She will demand separations and distances,
She will bereave them of calm, and rest, and sleep.

But the madmen will not be turned back,
Now they are ready to pay at any price,
And they would risk by their life
To not let tear, to save
The magic invisible thread,
Which has been stretched between them.

The fresh wind was making drunk the chosen people,
Knocking them off their feet, raising from the dead,
Because if you didn’t love
So you didn’t live and didn’t breathe.

There will be lots of wanderings and travels.
For lend of love is the exceeding land.
Her knights are predetermined to disasters
And most of them will shortly find their end
She will require loneliness and distance
Depriving men of quiescence and rest

However heroes hardly can be stopped
And they are fully ready to adopt
The imminence of giving up existence
To keep and save and carefully hold
The delicate and fairy threadlike cord
By which they has been magically fastened.

So, there'll be a lot of travellings and wanderings,
Because the Country of Love is the greatest one.
And Lady-love will put her knights on severer trials,
Will demand of them either partings or distances,
Will deprive them of their peace, rest and dream.
But madmen can't be returned back
And they're already willing to pay any price,
They are ready to risk their lives
So that magic invisible thread
Running all through them
Be saved and never torn.
The fresh wind was making the elits drunk,
Knocking them down,
And raising them from the dead,
Cause if one never loved
So he never lived and even breathed.