Война и Мир - Описание дуба - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

On the edge of the road stood oak. Probably ten times older Berezov, who made up the forest, he was ten times thicker and two times higher than each birch. It was a huge oak twirl with broken, long ago can be seen, bitches and broken bows, overgrown with old sores. With huge clumsy, asymmetrical-blurred, poring hands and fingers, he was an old, angry and contemptuous freak standing between smiling birchings. Only he alone did not want to obey the charm of spring and did not want to see neither the spring, no sun.

"Spring, and love, and happiness!" - as if this oak spoke, "" And how not all the same stupid and senseless deception, all the same, and all the deception! There is neither spring, nor the sun, nor happiness. Won look, they sit crushed dead ate, always the same, and won and I spread my broken, encouraged fingers, where they grew up - out of the back, from the sides; as they grew up - it stands, and I do not believe your hopes and deceptions. "