Poor weather
Английский перевод стихотворения "Плохая погода"
The sun has disappeared, it rains, puddles on the roads,
You don't wait for cloudy weather, you get to ask more.
I don't understand what makes you wait it so long?
Your hope, as a sense of duty, plays an essential role.
The sun will not return, you will look at the storm
I'm not sure that just for once, someone smiled at her.
Maybe only plants, it is in waiting for weekends,
It is not humans that ones don't have a sentiment.
