Антуан де Сент-Экзюпери - Маленький принц. Взрослые любят цифры - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I told you in such detail about the B-612 asteroid and even reported his number only because of adults. Adults love numbers very much. When you tell them that you have a new friend, they will never ask about the most important thing. They will never say: "What is his voice? What games does he like to play? Does he catch butterflies?" They ask: "How old is he? How much does he have brothers? How much does he weigh? How much does his father earn?" And after that they imagine that they recognized a person. When you say to the adults: “I saw a beautiful house made of pink brick, he has geraniums in the windows, and on the roof are pigeons,” they cannot imagine this house in any way. They must say: "I saw the house for a hundred thousand francs," and then they exclaim: "What a beauty!"

In the same way, if they say to them: “This is the evidence that the little prince actually existed - he was very, very glorious, he laughed, and he wanted to have a lamb. And whoever wants a lamb, of course,” - if you say So, they will only hold their shoulders and look at you like an unintelligent baby. But if you say to them: “He flew from the planet called the Asteroid B -612,” this will convince them, and they will not bother you with questioning. Such people are these adults. Do not be angry with them. Children should be very condescending to adults.

But we, those who understand what life is - we, of course, laugh at numbers and numbers! I would willingly start this story as a magical fairy tale. I would like to start like this:

“There was a little prince. He lived on a planet who was a little more of himself, and he really lacked a friend ...” Those who understand what life is, would immediately see that it was much more like the truth.

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.