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Em- người đàn bà tóc xanh
Nhớ anh, chiều thấm đẫm hương hoa sữa
Gió đã chuyển mùa đông bắc sang...

Em đặt mình trong quầng tím không gian
Thay anh quay về miền ký ức
Có mẹ già mắt ướt nhiều năm
Vời vợi trông con, bước trưởng thành
Vẫn thương lắm, vì "con còn vất vả"
Nơi xứ xa
Anh có nhớ tháng 3 huyền thoại
Ngày anh chào đời, mùa hoa Gạo trổ bông
Như báo mẹ cha một giấc mộng lành
Rằng con sẽ một đời yên ấm.
Anh đã bao giờ nghe tiếng hoa gạo rơi?
Như nỗi lòng mẹ lúc sinh thời
Dành cho con trai duy nhất

Em chìm trong quầng xanh hy vọng
Bắc cây cầu sang nỗi nhớ bên kia
Đặt chân nơi Cung Điện Mùa Hè
Ngắm nhìn đàn Bồ Câu gom nắng
Mê vườn cây những nụ cười hóm hỉnh
Cặp mắt xanh trên gương mặt thiên thần
Em sẽ tan mình trong sắc vàng trong
Và nói với Chopin về một giai điệu mới...

Em hiểu anh người đàn ông thực tại
Chất chứa trong mình sức nặng thời gian
Đang bước đi những bước thênh thang
Luôn kiêu hãnh với tầm cao tri thức
Anh hãy nhìn vào mắt em chân thật
Rằng anh sẽ xẻ chia hơn với cuộc sống ngoài kia
Bao lo toan, vất vả bộn bề
Của những con người không may mắn!

Em cầu cho anh một mùa vui bất tận
Như Bạch Dương đẩy nhựa vào xuân
Màu xanh kỳ diệu yên bình- nơi tình yêu em nương náu
Có khi nào anh thấy, khoảng lặng trên cầu khi ngắm Wisla?
Dù nó đựng trong lòng bao chứng tích
Ôm lấy đồi Wawel 1000 năm vẫn chưa già

Thật giống em, có khi là em
Mang trong mình ánh vàng cổ tích
Nơi lắng đọng thời gian trên mỗi tháp chuông
Những bước nhảy dặt dìu-người du mục
Và huyền thoại rồng thiêng cho Skuba cưới được nàng...

Em tin anh không vì lời hứa vội vàng
Mãi yêu anh bằng trái tim rất trẻ
Nhiều đam mê, cùng âm thầm giấu lửa
Vun cho đầy khao khát hồn anh...
Em ước hoá thành Ariel mong manh
Phủ sắc đỏ trên lâu đài Malbork
Toả sáng hơn những vì sao khác
Để anh luôn ngỡ ngàng...

Hà Nội, 3h sáng ngày 27-10-2012

Kết quả (Anh) 1:

I- blue haired woman
Me him, soaked floral milk afternoon
wind had moved into the northern winter ...

I put myself in purple halo space
Instead he returned to Memories
Having eyes wet years old mother
with rainfall childcare, the maturity
normally do, because "children are struggling"
Where land far
you remember March legendary
day he was born, the flowering season rice flowering
As reported mother father an auspicious dream
that you would a lifetime calm.
He had never heard of rice flower fall?
Like that at birth the mother's womb
For only son

I'm immersed in the green halo hope
North bridge into nostalgia across
Setting foot where the Summer Palace
Watching a flock of sunshine Dove collection
Maze garden witty smile
blue eyes on the angel's face
I'll tan themselves in the yellow color in
and told Chopin on a new tune ...

I know him real man in
substance contained in his weight while
walking the wandering
Always proud to heights of knowledge
England look into my eyes truth
That I will cut divide more to life out there
worries, strenuous chaos surface
of the unfortunate man!

I pray that a season of endless fun
as Aries pushes plastic in Spring
Green Yen Binh wonders where my love refuge
there when he saw that, silence on the bridge when watching Wisla?
Though it contained inside the shell remnants
Hold hill Wawel 1000th still not old

It's like you, sometimes I
Bring in golden fairy
Place of deposition time on each steeple
The jump bundled-nomads
and the legendary dragons for her wedding Skuba ...

I believe in you not because of the promise hurry
love you with my heart very young
Many of passion, fire and silently hide
Vun avid for my soul ...
I Ariel Convention fragile goods into
Phu red on Malbork castle
outshined the stars another
order he always amazed ...

Hanoi, 3am date 27-10-2012

Kết quả (Anh) 2:

Em-blue-haired woman
Remember him, the scent of milk flowers
The wind has moved the north Winter...

I put myself in the space purple circles
Replace you back to the memory domain
Having old mother wet eyes for years
Great looking child, a mature step
It's still loving, for "you're still struggling."
Place far Away
Do you remember 3 months legendary
Date of birth, flower season
As I quote you a good dream
That you will be a quiet life.
Have you ever heard the rice flowers fall?
Such as my heart at birth
For the only son

I'm sinking in the dark blue
North Bridges to the other nostalgia
Setting foot in the Summer Palace
Watch the Sun Collection Pigeon
The garden fascination with witty smiles
Blue eyes on Angel faces
I will dissolve in gold in the
And told Chopin about a new tune...

I understand you real man
Substances that contain heavy time
Walking Step by step
Always proud of the high level of knowledge
You look at your eyes true.
That you will split up with life out there
Covered, strenuous
Of the unlucky man!

I pray for you an endless fun season.
As birch pushes plastic into spring
Magic Blue Peaceful-the place of love you shelter
When do you see, quiet on the bridge when watching the Wisla?
Whether it is in the heart of the
Hugging Wawel Hill 1000 year old yet

Just like you, sometimes I
Bring in a fairy gold
Place to settle time per bell tower
The steps of the leaping-the tourist
And the Sacred Dragon legend for Skuba wedding gets her...

I believe you're not for the promise of hurry
Forever Loving you with a very young heart
Many passions, the same silently hid fire
Vun for full of desire...
I am estimating Ariel's fragile
Red on Malbork Castle
More Shine than other stars
Let me always be surprised...

Ha Noi, 3h am Day 27-10-2012

Kết quả (Anh) 3:

I- the woman with blue hair.
Miss you, soak up the dairy perfume.
The wind has moved north to...
I put myself in the purple of space.
Go back to the memories
Some old mother wet for years.
People watch you, grow up.
It's still good,'cause you've worked hard.
Far from home.
Do you remember the legendary 3 months?
The day you were born, the flower season.
It's like telling your parents a good dream.
That you'll be a peaceful life.
Have you ever heard a drop of rice?
Just like my mother was born.
For the only son.
I'm sunk in the blue.
North the bridge to the memory over there.
Set foot in the Palace of Summer.
Watching the Bodies gather the sun
A garden of soot smile.
Blue eyes on the face of an angel
I'll melt myself in gold
And tell Chopin about a new tune...
I know the real man.
The substance contains the weight of time.
We're walking the steps of spinning.
Always proud of your knowledge.
You look me in the eye.
That you'll share more with your life out there.
Don't worry, you've worked hard.
Of those who are unlucky!
I pray you an endless summer.
It's like White Yang pushed the tar into the spring.
It's a magical blue... where love you take refuge.
Do you ever see, the silence on the bridge while watching Wisla?
Even though it's in the evidence.
Hug for Wawel a hundred years not old.
It's so like you, maybe you.
It's brought in the fairytale.
Places of time on every bell tower
The scrolls in the scrolls.
And the sacred legend for Skuba to marry her...
I believe you're not for hasty promise.
Forever love you with very young heart
So much passion, and secretly hide fire
Give it to your soul...
I wished Ariel was fragile.
Red in the Malbork castle
Toảis brighter than the stars.
Let me be amazed...
Hanoi, 3h morning 27-10-2012