Текст песни ХеРуВим - Маленький принц

is wrung their hands Impatiens,
arching out your joints,
Little Prince as a child was a strict,
and I did not consider how much is left to death

the composition of-life, where the year - the cars
bandaged iron short days.
it is for you no, you are not familiar with it,
and painted in the little world he knows better

who outlined pencil graphite,
who in the form of painted crudely
who was actually on the green poison
and who it was bright and lit up everything around.

but somewhere in space rose from depression faded,
and leaving, goodbye, at the door
he would say: "You are beautiful, but empty
for you do not want to die "