Вадим Зеланд - Волшебная Сила Намерения - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I woke up from the rustle of morning stars. What kind of dull dream I had this? As if some fragment of my former life returned. It’s good that this is just a dream. I reached out with relief, as my cat does. Here he is, a lazy person, lies for himself, collapsing, and only with his ears shows that he is aware of my presence. Get up, mustachioed muzzle. Will you go for a walk with me? I ordered myself a sunny day and went to the sea.

The path walked through the forest, and the rustling of the morning stars gradually dissolved in a variety of choir of the bird people. Especially someone tried there, in the bushes: “Feed! Feed!" Ah, here he is, a wretch. A small fluffy lump, how do you manage to scream so loudly? Surprisingly, it never occurred to me before: all birds have such different voices, but not one comes into dissonance with a common choir, and such a slim symphony is always obtained that no sophisticated orchestra can reproduce.

The sun stretched its rays between the trees. This magic backlight revived the voluminous depth and juiciness of colors, turning the forest into a wonderful hologram. The path carefully brought me to the sea. Emerald waves whispered quietly with a warm wind. The shore seemed endless and deserted, but I felt comfort and calm, as if this overpopulated world specially allocated a secluded corner for me. Some people believe that the world around us is an illusion that we create. Well, no, I do not have enough conceit to say that all this beauty is only a product of my perception.

Still under the oppressive impression of a dream, I began to recall my previous life, which was really just so dull and hopeless. Very often, like many others, I tried to demand from this world what I allegedly due to me. In response, the world was indifferently turned away. Advisers, wise with experience, told me that the world is so simply not amenable to, it must be conquered. Then I tried to fight this world, but I did not achieve anything, but only exhausted. The advisers and in this case had a ready-made answer: you yourself are bad, first change yourself, and then demand something from the world. I tried to fight myself, but it turned out that it was even more difficult.

But then one day, I had a dream, as if I were in a natural reserve. I was surrounded by indescribable beauty. I walked and admired all this splendor. Then an angry old man with a gray beard appeared - as I understand it, the caretaker of the reserve. He began to silently watch me. I went to him, and only opened my mouth, as he abruptly besieged me. In a cold tone, he said that he did not want to hear anything, that he was tired of capricious and greedy visitors who are always unhappy, constantly demand something, loudly noisy and leave behind the mountains of garbage. I nodded with understanding and went on.