Я на русском попросил и интеллект, похвалив меня перевёл моё стихотворение о деревне
Вот перевод на английский, стараясь сохранить ритм, юмор и смысл:
**He paints the clouds up in the sky,
A very talented artist.
Rain will surely soon come by,
As his horses gallop fastest.
The wind is fooling around again,
Lifting women’s dresses high.
He has his own kind of love—
Windy brothers, you and I.
Without the rain, like without a well,
City life seems dull and pale.
Life in the countryside is fun,
Only the women cause some trouble.
Independent as can be,
Energetic, brave, and bold,
Every year they cook their jam,
And they’ve driven me crazy, I’m told!**
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