This spring morning took me by surprise.
I'm in the web of your nervous steps.
And I can't break this thin thread.
And you, like me, had never been able to leave.
No, I am not afraid by now, it's certainly not a fear.
All my fears are in the fate's sensitive hands.
I'll raise my hend against them, breaking into a scream.
You will not understand, you himself are not accustomed to the fate.
Chorus:
Now even the sky above us is serenity itself.
It seems to me, or do you become more cautious than I am?
Well, why not? So give me a drop of hope.
At least a second, a moment, an instant of a new day.
No, do not look at me, everything is clear without words.
And the thoughts in my head are broken down in the blood.
Our history is crying from indifferent pages.
And you are not the hero of this book, you are the little prince.
Chorus
Look, even the sky above us is serenity itself.
It seems to me, or do you become more cautious than I am?
Well, why not? So give me a drop of hope.
At least a second, a moment, an instant of a new day.
[Solo]
Chorus
Even the sky above us is serenity itself .
It seems to me, or do you become more cautious than I am?
Well, why not? So give me a drop of hope.
At least a second, a moment, an instant of a new day.