Химера. Пётр
Click to viewPeter lives in the taiga
This is the third year now.
Peter left the people
He left the troubles of the world.
He's just tired of life
And does not hold a grudge against people,
But there was a time
He was the bearer of great ideas.
Now the forest has become his home,
He can sleep peacefully here.
He drinks silence
And silence can't be taken away from him.
And at night he comes to me
He invites me along.
He goes to the moon
He sees the night like no other.
And at night he comes to me
He invites me along.
He goes to the moon
He sees the night like no other.
No one comes to visit him
Except birds and animals.
He sings his songs to them
His voice became clear as a stream.
Spring comes to replace winter
The forest changes its clothes.
Peter washes himself with dew,
Spring brings hope.
For people he was nobody,
For animals, he is like grandfather Mazai.
Maybe he will return to the people,
When heaven comes to earth.
And at night he comes to me
He invites me along.
He goes to the moon
He sees the night like no other.
And at night he comes to me
He invites me along.
He goes to the moon
He sees the night like no other.
NB: Grandfather Mazai is a character in Nekrasov's poem who rescued hares on a boat during the spring flood.