Текст песни Антуан де Сент-Экзюпери - Маленький принц. Глава 11

XI

        The second planet lived ambitious.
        - Oh, there was an admirer! - He exclaimed from afar, when he saw the little prince.
        After all, people imagine vain, that all admired.
        - Good day, - said the little prince. - What is your funny hat.
        - It is to take leave, - explained the ambitious. - In order to bow when greeting me. Unfortunately, here nobody looks.
        - Really? - Said the little prince: he did not understand.
        - Single patted his hands - told him ambitious.
        The little prince clapped his hands. Conceited man raised his hat and bowed modestly.
        "It is more fun than the old king" - thought the little prince. And he began again to clap his hands. A flier began to bow again, taking off his hat.
        For five consecutive minutes, it repeated the same thing, and the little prince is bored.
        - What should be done to the hat fell? - he asked.
        But the conceited man did not hear. Conceited people are deaf to anything but praise.
        - Are you really my enthusiastic admirer? - He asked the little prince.
        - And how is - esteem?
        - Read - is to recognize that on this planet, I have all the more beautiful, more elegant of all, all the richer and wiser than all.
        - Why, on your planet more and there is no one!
        - Oh, please me still admire me!
        - I admire, - said the little prince, shrugging his shoulders slightly, - but what do you want from this joy?
        And he ran away from the ambitious.
        "Really, adults - very strange people", - he just thought they fell into the road.