Антуан де Сент-Экзюпери - Маленький принц. Глава 04 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

For I do not want my book to be read just for the sake of fun. My heart painfully contracts when I remember my little friend, and it’s not easy for me to talk about him. For six years now, my friend left me with the lamb. And I'm trying to talk about him in order not to forget him. This is very sad when they forget friends. Not everyone had a friend. And I am afraid to become like adults who are not interested, except for numbers. That is why I bought a box with paints and colored pencils. This is not so simple - at my age, to again take on drawing, if in his entire life he only drew that the boa constrictor and from the inside, and even then at the age of six! Of course, I try to convey the similarity as best as possible. But I'm not at all sure that I will succeed. One portrait comes out successfully, and the other does not look like a drop. So with growth is the same: in one drawing, my prince is too large, on the other - too small. And I don't remember what color his clothes were. I try to draw and this way, at random, with sin in half. Finally, I can make a mistake in some important details. But you won’t seek. My friend never explained anything to me. Maybe he thought I was the same as him. But I, unfortunately, do not know how to see the lamb through the walls of the box. Maybe I'm a little like adults. I guess I'm getting old.