Серый ангел. Часть 3 - Старый часовщик - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Outside the window, the dawn slowly flared up. From behind the horizon, the May sun slowly stood up, looking through the curtains in the window, playing with rays on the windowsill and standing nearby of the bed.

The old man smiled in a dream. Maybe he dreamed of youth again. He lived a long and happy life, and therefore wrinkles on his face most often took shape in a smile. The mischievous spring ray danced cheerfully on a slightly covered silver bristle cheek.

A cuckoo rolled out of the clock by the bed, opened a tiny carved beak and suddenly fell silent. Shoemaker without shoes. They often talked about him. The old man alone built an amazing clock on the city town hall, but he never had enough time to repair his own. Yes, it was not too much worried.

In his youth, he was distinguished by a bad quick -tempered character and no one would have thought that that stupid young man would spend ten years by the end of his life to come up with and build the most amazing watch in the world. People from almost all the corners of the world gathered to look at them. These were one of the first mechanical hours. And they seemed to be a real magic. Every Tuesday hours opened and angels and people who committed good deeds came out of them. They moved, as if alive, it seemed that these were not figures at all, but tiny living creatures. When the old man asked why the figures appeared precisely on Tuesdays, he smiled mysteriously and said that on this day he was lucky enough to meet an angel. It was very, very long ago, on the tent of May. And that meeting forever changed his life ...

Every day the watchmaker got up at the same time and went to the tower. Since his beloved wife did not become, the clock has turned for him into the only joy. He lovingly lubricated them, took care of her gears, as if about children whom he had never had. You can’t even imagine what a blessing he experienced when he stood on Tuesday on the square in front of the clock ...

The old watchmaker woke up, went out into the garden and sat down in his favorite chair - a rocking chair. He warmed himself in the morning sun and watched with fluffs flying in the air. Gradually, he was her fatigue and the old man fell asleep.

A lone fluff sank on his upper lip, shuddered several times, and then calmed down forever.

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The old watchmaker did not live up to the tent of May only a day. It is said that at the same time with his death the clock stopped. They could not establish them, but no one dared to remove. Only because of some kind of joke of a broken mechanism every year of May tenth, hours open. Three figures come forward, an angel and a man with a girl. They converge and the angel connects their hands ...

If someone remembered how the watchmaker and his bride in his youth looked like, he would have noticed the amazing similarity of their faces with a clock. And if this person would also be observant, he would see that the wings of the angel have gray ...