Текст песни Флёр - Мой маленький принц

Tell me about death
My little prince,
Or be silent
All night to morning,
Listening to punctured
Butterflies Creek,
Looking with longing
Dead birds in the eyes.
We will not be here
Together never.
You want to give everything
But this is not enough.
You want tears so much
And they are not left.
Quiet rustle
Star Dal
Purple velvet
In the brillium of rain ...
This is the most cruel
The word is never
This is what no one
Does not want to take.
Hide me forever
Dark water…
Tell me about death
My little prince,
Or be silent
All night to morning,
Listening to punctured
Butterflies Creek,
Looking with longing
Dead birds in the eyes.
We will not be here
Together never ...
This is the most cruel word ...