Л.Толстой - На краю дороги стоял дуб... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

On the edge of the road stood an oak. Probably, ten times older than the birches, which made up the forest, it was ten times thicker, and twice as high as each birch. It was huge, in two girths of oak, with broken, apparently, with bitches and with a broken bark overgrown with old sores. With his huge awkward, asymmetrically spread out with clumsy hands and fingers, he stood an old, angry and contemptuous freak between smiling birches. Only he alone did not want to obey the charm of spring and did not want to see either spring or sun.

“Spring, and love, and happiness! - As if this oak said. “And how you don’t get tired of all the same stupid senseless deception!” All the same thing, and all deception! There is no spring, no sun, no happiness. Look, there are crushed dead spruce, always the same, and I spat on my broken, rolled fingers, where they grew up - from the back, from the sides. As they grew up, I stand, and I do not believe your hopes and deceptions. ”