Текст песни Каста - Сказка

In the gray kingdom, in the darkness and cold,
In a haughty city with faded colors,
Immersed forever in sickness and hunger,
Shivering in the light of lightning,
The night thunder roar,
In an empty palace room
It's stuffy with soot.
The young prince is sad,
A tear glistens on the heap,
Lips move and it's not a matter of conscience,
And in the meanness of the world.
Light dances all in dull gold,
What's heard in his whisper
A cry of despair, hopelessness,
As the one flying to the abyss,
The reason lies in the voice,
The voice that filled his head, his father's voice.
There is no sun in the sky without clouds,
There is no Princess-
These are tales for fools
And, believe me, there is no God,
Son, believe me, there is no God!
And he believed ...
And one night, which is darker than soot,
He quietly left the castle past the sleeping guards,
Violating the ban that the king-father gave.
But this is not important,
Everything comes to an end.
He walked along the wet streets,
Get out of town, over the rotten grass,
Dead without the sun, from hunger,
In the forest, which is blacker than the wings of a black crow,
Through a thick thicket full of night rustles,
Whether a dream in reality, everything began to spin around ...
Whether in reality in a dream, everything suddenly came to life ...
And, like a dull fog, filled the darkness
Familiar since childhood voice, father's voice ...
There is no sun in the sky without clouds,
There is no Princess-
These are tales for fools
And, believe me, there is no God,
Son, believe me, there is no God!
And he fell asleep ...
And next morning, under the shadow of an old oak tree
He woke with an unfamiliar sound,
From the wonderful singing of birds that met the sun
And in the distance, on a hill, he saw a stranger.
He approached him closer
And what does he see:
Down there, beyond the hill, on the sunny plain
With flowers in his hands,
With wreaths in fair-haired wolves
Girls are walking in the green meadows:
"Tell me, traveler, old man,
Is it possible,
That dark clouds in the sky of the sun do not hide
And who are these virgins that walk in the meadows,
So bright that the heart stops, melts. "
"Do not you see or you do not believe in your eyes,
That there is no cloud or cloud in the clear sky,
And these virgins, that the flowers are weaved into braids,
All Princesses & quot; -
So the old man answered the questions.
"Crawl, dear old man,
Please answer me,
After all, if indeed all this is in this world,
That is, and God somewhere?! & Quot;
The old man smoothed his beard, smiled.
I am God! & quot;
And the prince is back ...
"Father, I saw the sun in the sky without clouds,
I saw princesses so beautiful,
That there is not enough words.
Father, you know, I saw God!
Father, I spoke with God! & Quot;
But the king replied:
"There is no sun in the sky without clouds,
There is no Princess-
These are tales for fools
And, believe me, there is no God,
Son, remember, there is no God! There is no God! & Quot;
"Father, how could I have seen everything with my own eyes,
Just like I see you!
I could touch with the hands of that foliage,
What grows under a clear sky,
Elder God, princesses, beautiful and bright! & Quot;
"Tell me, son, whether the old man stroked the beard?"
The prince pondered, remembered and replied:
& quot; Ironing. & quot;
And a red, malicious ruby ​​shone a crown,
And the king laughed from the high throne:
This is a gesture of a wizard. He cheated you.
You would not be trapped if you listened to me. "
But these words flew to the prince in pursuit,
And in my head I heard a voice, loudly, ringing:
"There is no sun in the sky without clouds,
There is no Princess-
These are tales for fools
And, believe me, there is no God,
Son, remember, there is no God. "
And here he is in the meadow again:
"Listen, old man, you will not deceive me any more!"
My father said who you are.
You yourself know that
There is no sun in the sky without clouds,
There are no princes in the world and there are no Gods. "
"You're just a magician and everything around you-
Deception or magic is the work of your hands. & Quot;
... And in the clear sky the birds cheerfully ...
The old man answered him in such a paternal, kind way:
"Son, you're wrong."
After all, I did not deceive you-
You yourself came, then it's fate.
You know that the sun in your city shines brightly
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