Арья Макгрейн - Безногие феи - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A metropolitan doctor in a wild village: alone, unknown, no one's. He looks blindly - because the night is faceless - and sees the flickering of candles. Walking with difficulty, he walks tiredly and knocks on the closed door. A young mother stands behind her, clutching her sons to her chest.

“You’re probably a doctor,” he sobs quietly, “We’ve been waiting for you for days, but everything is clear: of course, you’re too lazy to visit a wild village... Would you like some tea?” I'm alone now... My own daughter is sick...

The capital's doctor nods instantly:

- I'll try to help her.

The patient sleeps in a clean crib, and there are no candles in the room. And the doctor hears dull wheezing as he touches her shoulders. The girl immediately opened her eyes and looked, but he was silent. Only her mother froze at the door:

- She sleeps better with me.

The capital's doctor knows how to see and feels if death is quietly stealing away like a wondrous old woman, wanting to get ahead of him. The capital's doctor knows her personally, nods and says: “Well, hello.” The old woman bows comically and grins back.

He would be glad not to give the girl away, but Death interrupts the argument:

- That's enough, doc, put your hands away, he's stupid - this is our conversation. She is mine - I have been going to her for three weeks at midnight. Oh, you would know how tired I am... I’ll take her. Now.

The baby is crying. Death reaches out its hands.

- Oblique, you wait... She was given to me on bail, my mother will not forgive her. .let him fall asleep quietly with a smile...

- Do you want to kill her?

- Calling it murder is a mistake. It's better to let her... sleep.

The capital's doc collects morphine - three cubes - and sticks the needle directly into the girl's skin. He doesn’t like everything, but what can he do: he’ll fall asleep with a smile, and the crying will go to “no”...

Is this murder or a mistake? Who would give him the answer...

The patient silently opened her eyes and touched him with her hand:

- Probably, doctor, you saved me... Sometimes it’s a little easier to breathe.

The capital's doctor swallows tears:

- You better, baby, sleep. You will dream of blue roses...

- And the fairies?

- ... and fairies. Sleep.

- You’d better tell me a fairy tale about a fairy without legs...

And the doctor suddenly shows affection and puts his hand on her side. He remembers this fairy tale: his mother told him that fairies without legs hate summer and cannot sleep at all. She also said that fairies do not like living children, and if such a fairy comes, then the deaths cannot be counted...

- They will take you to a distant world, they are sweet and kind. They are completely lonely without you, they pick flowers, sprinkle pollen on their transparent wings, and know how to walk without legs...

- Will the fairy tale ever become reality?

- Certainly. The time will come.

The girl wheezes, smiling dashingly, and the doctor loses track of her lonely, wild life... little ones have a lot of troubles.

- Are legless fairies taking me away? - whispers quietly in his sleep.

“Of course fairies,” the capital’s doctor is barely visible in the darkness. He sees thousands of dead souls rushing towards her from under the threshold. They know how to heal a little, but treating the dead is nonsense.

Is the baby breathing? He's no longer breathing. A wing on her cheek... and if the dead can hear:

- I didn't lie to you.

The mother is sobbing. And he will dream about this girl more than once. And in the morning summer will come again, and in the morning there will be a honey savior, and in the morning the doctor will wake up sharply, breathing in the semi-darkness with his lungs.

Legless fairies came to him.

Will anyone answer why?