трелью..

Соловей  защелкал  трелью,
Он в саду своем  запел.
Песнь  его  отдалась болью,
Кто то себя пожалел.

С ним  соловушка  сдружилась,
Стали  вместе вить  гнездо,
Оно за ветвь, вися, держалось,
Не зайдет туда никто.

Сверху  все  они  слепили.
Дождь  теперь им  не почем.
Трубочкой  оконце  свили.
Петь  теперь  им  не  о чем.

Соловьи  те   улители.
Сад  сей, словно, опустел.
Любовь в натуре показали,
К чему не всякий долетел.ц

The nightingale began to trill and
began to sing in his garden.
His song echoed with pain,
Someone felt sorry for himself.

The nightingale became friends with him,
They began to build a nest together,
It hung on a branch, and
no one would go there.

They were all blinded from above.
They don't care about rain now.
They made a tube into the window.
Now they have nothing to sing about.

Those nightingale snails.
This garden seems to be empty.
They showed love in kind,
which not everyone has achieved.