Маленький принц - Цветок - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

- Millions of years in colors grow spikes. And millions of years of lamb erase flowers. So really, this is not a serious thing - to understand why they struggle to repent the spikes, if there is no sense from spikes? Is it really that lambs and flowers are fighting with each other? Yes, is it not more serious and more important than the arithmetic of a fat Mr. with a crimp? And if I know the only flower in the world, it grows only on my planet, and there is no such thing anywhere else anywhere, and the little lambs in one beautiful morning will suddenly take it and eat it and will not even know what he has done? And it's all, in your opinion, it does not matter?

He blushed thick. Then he spoke again:

- If you love the flower - the only thing that is no more than many millions of stars, is pretty: you look at the sky - and you are happy. And you say to yourself: "Somewhere my flower lives there ..." But if the lambs eat it, it's all the same as if all the stars went out again! And this, you think it is not important!

He could no longer speak. He suddenly burst out. Hummer. I threw the work. I also forgot about the ill-fated bolt and the hammer, about thirst and death. On the star, on the planet - on my planet named Earth, - cried a little prince, and it was necessary to console him. I took it in my arms and began to buy. I told him: "The flower you love, nothing threatens ... I paint your labby laughing ... I paint for your flower armor ... I ..." I did not know what else to tell him. I felt terribly awkward and clumsy. How to call that he heard how to catch up with his soul, escaping from me ... After all, it is so mysterious and unknown, this country tears ...