Кирилл Стрекалов - Маленький принц
текст песни

All you see is reflecting in running water.
You will remember all those you sang about,
But do not remember who sang about you.
And when all the bridges will be divorced on the Neva,
You suddenly remember that you are not alone -
With you ten thousand are the same as you
Forgotten media

Wandering in silence
Wandering in silence

And this is not hell and not heaven,
Just the sky is painted with old colors
Your little prince
Again tolerates the next fiasco
Look how sweetly he laughs
When you pass by
And what else remains for him -
Love is his pantomime

Love is like a pantomime

Fleeting faces
Fleeting cities
Like torn pages
Never read us
Where the boundaries end
Where they laugh at themselves
Again a little prince
Led the wrong path

The little Prince
Laughs to colic
The little Prince
Believes you and waits

In the meantime, pulling the scarf more tightly
We are in a hurry where jazz plays
We are in a hurry where blood plays
We are in a hurry somewhere again and again
Carefully stepping on thin ice
On the Great River
Your little prince
It turns out at a steep peak

Fleeting faces
Fleeting cities
Like torn pages
Never read us
Where the boundaries end
Where they laugh at themselves
Again a little prince
Led the wrong path

The little Prince
Laughs to colic
The little Prince
Believes you and waits
Believes and waits
Believes and waits
Believes and waits
Believes and waits
Believes and waits
Believes and waits
Believes and waits
Believes and waits
Believes and waits
Believes and waits
Believes and waits
Believes and waits
The little Prince
Laughs to colic