Dimo - Прищепка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There lived a wooden clothespin. For a long time, it seemed to have a special position among the rest of its plastic relatives, because it never broke, and warm hands were always the first to select it from a bulky bunch.

One day, a clothespin grabbed a white scarf tightly. The bright sun was shining, a light breeze was blowing, and the scarf was fluttering, trying to break free, but the clothespin held it securely. So they hung together on the gray clothesline until it began to get dark. The clothespin was already ready for the fact that it was about to be removed and sent to rest with the others, but the familiar hands still did not appear. The white scarf sadly shrank and gained moisture, and the clothespin did not even think of letting it go.

Cold drops hung in the dark sky...

So they hung with the scarf until the morning, the wind dispersed the clouds, and the sun came out again.

The white scarf happily flapped in time with the gusts of wind, but the clothespin still held it tightly, preventing it from flying away. And I kept waiting for those warm hands to return...

By evening, hands did appear, but they were rough and hard. They simply pulled the handkerchief, he stood up in surprise and did not even have time to say goodbye. The wooden clothespin was left alone on the clothesline - no one bothered to take it away. And soon plastic clothespins settled on the same rope at some distance from each other. They

They were completely disappointed in life and resigned themselves to their fate, and now they broke down more often, and the wooden one was still waiting for warm hands to one day take it into the house. So a lot of time passed, but the old wooden clothespin still did not give up and held firmly in its place, and then somehow she again happened to grab the now familiar white scarf. He had not been seen for a long time, but now he was here again, poorly wrung out, crumpled, but squelching cheerfully in the wind. He rejoiced in the sun and fresh air, and the clothespin smiled with him - after all, it was her friend. Then they began to sing songs, and in the evening the remaining plastic clothespins watched in bewilderment as the scarf and clothespin kissed. They chatted heart to heart all night - when will they meet again? - and by morning they fell asleep completely happily.

And when the sun rose high enough, they were both awakened by those same warm hands...