Oleg Viktorov - Сказ о Дураке и правде - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I bought a fool in the bazaar the truth. Successfully bought, you can’t say anything. He gave three stupid questions for her, and even two cuffs received a change and - went.

But it’s easy to say - went! Walking with the truth is not so simple. Who tried, he knows. It is big, however, heavy. You won’t go to go on it, but carry it - how far will you take?

Throws a fool of his truth, heses. And it’s a pity to quit. After all, it is paid for it.

I got home barely alive.

- Where, where, a fool, disappeared? - his wife attacked him.

The fool explained to her everything as it is, could not explain only one: why she, this is true, how to use it.

The truth is in the middle of the street, it does not climb into any gates, and the fool and his wife are holding advice - how to be with her, how to adapt it in the household.

They twisted the Syak, did not come up with anything. Even to put the truth, and then nowhere. What will you do is nowhere to put it!

“Go,” the wife says to the fool, “sell your truth.” Do not ask a lot - how much they give, so much and okay. Anyway, there is no sense in her.

A fool dragged to the bazaar. He became in a prominent place, shouts:

- Hey people! - screams a fool. - Take the truth - I'll give it cheap!

“No,” the people replies. “We really do not need yours.” We have our own truth, not bought.

But then one traders came to the fool. Twisted near the truth, asks:

- What, man, do you sell the truth? How much do you ask?

“A little, very little,” the fool rejoiced. - I will give for thanks.

- For thanks? - He began to pretend to be a bargain. “No, this is a little expensive for me.”

But then another bargain arrived in time and also began to bequent.

They were dressed, they were dressed up and decided to buy one truth for two. They converged on that.

They cut the truth into two parts. It turned out two half -truths, each both easier and comfortable than the whole was. Such half -truths are a sight for sore eyes.

Torgshi go along the bazaar, and everyone envies them. And then other traders, according to their example, began to make half -truths. Torgashi cut the truth, half -true storing.

Now it’s much easier for them to talk among themselves. Where it was necessary to say: "You are a scoundrel!" - You can say: "You have a difficult character." The impudent can be called a hut, a deceiver - a dreamer.

And now no one will call our fool a fool now.

They will say about the fool: "A person who is thinking in his own way."