Таланты, помогите перевести на англ плииииз ))))

Half-lives without me, probably, will pass:
In a heat there will be your family dinner,
You will shudder suddenly and the fork will fall,
And conversation by silence you will break.

You will leave in a room and will crack a window,
You will take a writing-book from the forgotten distant shelf,
And rhymes you will silently breathe,
Drilling heart with a sharp needle.

Caressing a look every line,
You will remember, how held me by hands,
As hid a look … mad melancholy …
… and our shadows on the brink of separation …

You will bring sheets to the lips,
Kissing them, as though my shoulders,
You will address a look to heavens …
From where pain? … and time doesn't treat that …

I will be not with you … in other country,
Where there are neither trains, nor schedules …
Where it is easy to get … but only in a dream ….
The country is called this simply – Memory …

Also your soul fire will flash again,
And you will understand that were as air is necessary...
Having cleaned a writing-book, you will return....
....at the table
Your family... and your cooled-down dinner …
примерно так

На это уйдёт минимум пол часа, попробуй ввести это в Промт и сама переосмысли предложения, тебе же лучше будет.

какие полчаса? тут на перевод не меньше часа уйдет. а может и больше. и бесплатно вам нормальный перевод никто не сделает.

Half my life without me, it'll probably be:
In the middle of your family dinner
You shudder and suddenly a fork falls,
And the conversation will break the silence.

You will come into the room and open the window
Take a notebook with shelves long forgotten,
And will quietly rhymes breathe
Drilling the heart with a sharp needle.

Gaze caressing every line,
You will remember holding my hands,
How to hide the crazy eyes... the longing...
...and our shadows on the edge of separation...

You put the leaves to her lips.
Kissing them as if my shoulders,
You will turn a gaze to the heavens...
Where is the pain? ..and time does not heal...

I won't be with you... in another country
Where there are no trains, no schedules...
Easily accessible... but only in dream...
The country is called just that – a Memory...

And will re-ignite your soul fire,
And you realize that was needed as the air.. .
Removing the notebook, come back...
....at the table
Your family.. .and your dinner cold...