Инна Олейник - Посвящается далекому другу... Пустынник. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A man lay among the sand, for a thousandth time he remembered for an hour when everyone left - he was left by those who he really needed him, everything, and he could even heaven close to him ... He also prayed them ... then he stopped ... not ... not ... not ... not Believing already in anything.

Someone began to pull him by the shoulder:

- Come on, get up, well, why are you lying, sincere in the sun, - the road is there!

The man raised his head and noticed a funny tramp, with a clear semi -nursing look.

“Leave me alone, I don’t have anything to give you anything,” and continued to communicate with his pain.

- Friend, I don’t need anything, everything seems to be there, only ... It will seem easily easier to walk around the desert in silence, talk with me, it seems easier for the conversation.

- This is nonsense, what to talk to you about? Do not bother me, my troubles are unfamiliar to you!

The tramp sobbing left.

- What am I, worse than others, that in my misfortune and that, only the outcasts with requests appear?! - Not sorry for anyone! - He fell hugging sand.

The man’s thoughts were stopped by the rustle. Stumbling about a long -long dress, with soot on her cheeks, a girl of about seven was in a hurry to him, and waved her hand.

“Well, also an orphan,” for some reason a person decided and put indifference on his face.

- Hello dear, I'm not an orphan, I am your angel ...

You are probably tormenting you, right?

In a mile from here, my jugs are from clay, there is water in it, it will be heavy to me, but it doesn’t matter, I will lead you and you get drunk.

- That's too much! Well, what an angel from you, look at yourself!

Where are your wings, white where are the rays of the robe, your strength! Where is the heavenly beauty?

- Kindness ... Your entity is bright, while it is alien to the persecution - I will remain like this ...

The man looked at the girl in amazement, but something was not glued, it swept through his head that this honor was suspicious ... And the jug was with clay water .. If the bronze or copper at least, otherwise ...

- Listen, I don’t want you to know, you know? It’s better to go further for yourself - we have different ways - and turned away.

“Kindness! ..” - I heard after, he looked, but the girls are not, only traces of barefoot legs are one way.

The traveler felt that it was time to get out of here, and suddenly meet somewhere with those that he would need vital. He himself was not aware of why, he encouraged, maybe because it seemed to him that he did not let himself be deceived.

The man wandered a desert for many years, and thoughts were confused from fatigue, meanwhile, they became cleaner, more and more meaningful ...

Is Mirage? An oasis before my eyes, a woman of unearthly beauty went to a person,

- Will you spend me? - And beckoned with a wave of hair ... Having felt her flames, the man experienced delight as before, - That's which I was given! - Who are you, seducing yourself?

- I am yours! She laughed,

- Why ask a traveler, you are without faith ... What, you will wander around the desert, or will you go to our common holiday with me today? ..

There was a fever ...

- I would stay in this paradise! - the man exclaimed, and at that moment he noticed the jugs, - huge, precious ...

“They are worthy of angels, right?”

“You are like a book, I want to drink, where is the water?”

-Help yourself with wine, in those jugs of mine it is different, but still, something like it looks ... Its taste is always remembered!

There were inscriptions on the vessels of gold: - “glory”, “cruelty”, “power”, “passion”, “worship” ...

In a burnt soul, groaned ...

“I just want water,” the traveler exhausted.

“There is no here, you will forget about her very soon.”

Drink any wine, I wish! After all, you like the beauty in me? Or is it better to lie in your dust? Speak!

- Kindness! ... Something escaped from his chest,

Nearby, the girl in light clothes stood as if woven from the rays, and handed him a jug of clay.

A demon of a storm in response: - Get back from her a human son! For you alien to you, there is not enough of it in you! .. Hundred Voronov shouted anger, disappearing with the oasis together ...

A man was sitting at an unfamiliar road.

Inhale, another breath, another ... collecting the motley threads of memory tried to recover, and only after he noticed a barefoot girl with a full jug ...