Илья Байдаков - Притча про Реку и Обезьяну. Автор неизвестен. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Parable about the river and monkey. Author unknown.

He lived was a monkey. Cheerful such. Every monkey morning went to the river. The river was calm and quiet, and the monkey really liked to look at her, as if in the mirror. She picked up different faces, bent into unthinkable poses and happily screamed. The river answered the quiet splash and secret silence. So went time. Every morning a monkey ran to the river, welcoming her joyful cry. The river was overflowing in the rays of the sun and attracted beauty. But one day the monkey did not come. She did not come for another day and on the third. River waited. Sometimes it seemed that she had completely quit, listening to different sounds, hoping to hear familiar steps. But there were no monkeys. And then the river began to be sad. Everything lost her peace. She rushed in search of a monkey. And in the depths of it began to occur different metamorphoses. It was restlessly buried, having a flood, then gained a new underwater flow that filled it and gave strength. The river has ceased to be the calm river that was once. She began to look for the way and once in the spring, when the rains overwhelmed her shore, she went on the road. The river hoped to meet again the monkey, which, as it turned out, so much for her means. And she was looking for. Sometimes the lights of the stars pointed her the way, and she moved forward, towards the sun. And once, having done a long way, the river saw endless, the immense and majestic sea. All this led to the thrill and fascinated by beauty. The river was filled with a new, inexplicable feeling for her. She rushed into the sea and dissolved in it completely, without a residue. She gave herself to a great depth and strength, becoming one with him. And now, when the wave rises high upwards, and the sun splashes in the most secret depths, the river recalls her, a monkey that helped find what she was so necessary to find himself. And sometimes it seems to her that the fate itself was the monkey that indicated the path to happiness.

/ This parable was sent to me Valentine Bid. /