Каста - Громче воды, Выше травы - Сказка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In the gray kingdom, in the darkness and cold in the arrogant, gossiping flowers of the city, mired forever in diseases and hunger with a trembling light of lightning, a night thunder in an empty palace room, stuffy prince is sad from soot, a tear is shining on a gate lips and it is not a matter of conscience, And in the meanness of the world, the light of candles dances in dull gold, what can be heard in his whisper a cry of hopelessness and hopelessness like a flying to the abyss of this lurks his voice that has filled his voice with his voice, there is no sun in the sky without clouds in the world of princesses, this is a fairy tale for fools And believe me, there is no God, son, believe me, there is no God and he believed and one night that he was darker than soot, he quietly left the castle, violating the prohibition past the sleeping guard, which the king-king gave, but this is no longer important, but it is no longer important, but it is no longer important, but it is no longer important. He came to an end, he walked along the wet streets away from the city along the terrible grass, dead without the sun from hunger through the forest, which is black of the wing of the black raven through a thick thicket full of night rustles of felts sleep in reality, everything was spinning around the felts in a dream, everything suddenly came to life And as a deaf fog, a voice familiar from childhood filled the darkness, his father's voice and he fell asleep and in the morning under the shadow of the old oak he woke up from an unfamiliar sound from the wonderful singing of the birds who met the sun and in the distance on the hill he saw a stranger, he came closer to him and that he was that he He sees there below the hill behind the solar plain with flowers in their hands, with wreaths in blond hair, girls walk in green meadows tell me a traveler, the elder, does it happen that the dark clouds in the sky do not hide the sun and who these virgins, that such are walking in the meadows Bright, that the heart freezes, melts, but do you not see your eyes, you don’t believe that there is neither a cloud nor a cloud in a clear sky, but these virgins, that the flowers weave all the princesses into the braids, so the old man answered the questions, listen to the dear old man, please Answer me, if all this is really in the world, that is, and God somewhere the old man smiled a beard, I smiled and the father and the father returned, I saw the sun in the sky without clouds I saw the princesses of such beautiful ones that the father would not have enough words you know, I saw God I spoke with God, but the king answered no God the Father, well, how, I saw everything with my own eyes as I see you, I could touch the foliage with my hands that grows under the clear sky of the elder of God, princesses Beautiful, bright tell me the son, whether the elder stroked the elder thought, remembered and answered: stroked and stroked with a red evil ruby ​​the crown flashed and the king laughed from a high throne, this gesture of the wizard, he pouted you, you did not get into trouble if he listened to me, but These words flew after the prince, and the voice sounded loudly, loudly in his head, and now he is in the meadow in the meadow again the old man, you will no longer deceive me, my father said who you are, you yourself know that there are no princesses in the sky without clouds without clouds And there are no gods you are just a wizard and everything is around-a matter of your hands, and in a clear sky the birds frolic cheerfully answered him an old man so good good son, you should not have deceived you yourself, then this is you. Fate you know that the sun in your city shines brightly and there is a lot of princesses, even more beautiful than these, but your father, the king, sent a spell on his son and you do not see them, look past and the bitterness of resentment squeezed the prince, he said goodbye, he settled down in the prince. The back of the dad is not the king, but only the wizard is true, only my father honestly answer me, bowed his head, bowed his head and said nothing in response, stroking his pope, which means that he was in the meadow - God, and not the liar he is the same He deceived you, but what will remain when the spells will be scattered, but nothing will remain, my father answers, but I do not want to live like that, in the middle of deception and lies I want to die, kill me and the prince trembles with fear of death He was already dragging the prince to the block and then he remembered how a wonderful dream that green meadow and everything he saw on it and shouted: Wait! I can't die! Let everything be, as it is, I will somehow live! And death retreated, having left the palace at a time and hugged his father for the first time and quietly, good said: son, you know, too, you are about to become a wizard