Текст песни Елена Крук - Маленький принц

Music Anton Rodionova
Poems A. Karpenko

Little Prince.

Will be in the Temple Temple to Dawn,

Antoine de Saint-Exupery.

Having a sleeping birds in the sky,

In the mirror, seeing hundreds of persons,

We will play a blitz more than once again.

What should we stand, small my prince?

You will come, breathe a prayer,

Because the temple is your soul.

Without hooks and even loops

We will build a citadel.

And we will go, hiding from Stuzh,

Were in the castles of our souls ...

You will tell, loving the dream,

About the desire of the Spirit - height.

I recognize you, the pilot:

Man and after all - the plane!

We just need to wake

Pump up - and fly ...

Looking at hundreds of my faces

Any poet played the death of Blitz.

And I got up, and again I fell

And escaped, my little prince.

Everything is healed - and the blades, and sadness,

If you know the sky

By heart.