252.Зиганшина Юлия - Маленький принц - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Three hundred deserts - in a handful of sand

Two hundred seas - in a drop

One hundred ash holes in heaven

The saber struck a month

If the arch is flashed with a ray

If there are completely shafts in the beasts of incorporeal

Light and fresh light

And every gap the star golds

And even if the firmament does not patch up

If the abyss lies in close clouds

You can give everything to fly for happiness

For the right to possess the power of heaven

Above the emptiness of the lifeless, hearing only the singing of the screws fluently flipping the margins, breaking off the last mooring like a soul, fluttering in a whitish azure

A drop of trembling in a bowl of winds

But if the capricious winds lay out their petals wings wings, like branches, and propellers will bury sands

Do not be angry, say with a bright smile:

-Yes, this is here, this is your whim ...

Little Prince, Little Prince ...