Летящая - Гордость - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Evening. The girl returns from training. He walks, barely moving his legs from fatigue. The street is dimly lit by lanterns. The day is quietly fading. The city has never been so quiet. Never. But now—now it was quiet. People are walking and running somewhere in a hurry. The city is like an anthill. Everyone is in a hurry, in a hurry, but sometimes they don’t notice each other. Only during contact.

The girl is alone. It’s like the last autumn leaf, woven from hundreds of golden rays, torn off by the wind, whirling and falling down. Alone, without friends. Once there were many friends, but now... Everyone left, turned away from her.

And before? As it was before? Before, everything was completely different. Very, very different. Young spring leaves were blooming under the bright sun. There were many friends, and she was always the center of attention. Like an innocent spring flower.

...that was earlier. Now there is none of this left. Why? Fall has come. Autumn in the soul.

Pride - pride cut down the girl with a steel scythe. The girl looks down on everyone, thinks that she is better than everyone, not realizing that whether she is a flower or a leaf, she will fall down. No matter how you look at it, it will fall.

This is not true. The girl is the same as everyone else. He just considers himself different - maybe it’s not even pride? This is stupidity... Or maybe we should change? Become different? To be not a spring leaf, not an innocent flower. Become the sun. To warm others, to give warmth. And there is no need to say that nothing will work out. After all, a person can or cannot do something, it’s up to him to decide. Have you seen how the last leaf is hidden under heavy snow in February? He's in the tree, he's almost alive. Almost, because he will die soon. It's spring. But he had the strength to stay. And the hermit wind didn’t break it.

...maybe we should change? And try to change the world in which you live. Leaf friends and close flower people will appear again. And perhaps the girl will become the happiest. Or it will become the sun. You know, the sun is not always happy. Only before death.

The main thing to remember is that everyone sculpts themselves. Decides who to be and whether to change. You just need to overcome yourself. After all, every change is difficult at first.

Evening. The girl returns from training. He walks, barely moving his legs from fatigue. The street is dimly lit by lanterns. The day is quietly fading. The city has never been so quiet. Never.