Lyrics Капа Дзонг и друзья - Маленький Будда
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Хлопни в ладоши маленький Будда
Ютятся птицы в твоих одеждах
Ты как и я из ниоткуда
Я как и ты полон надежды
Хлопни в ладоши, хлопни в ладоши...
Сплетутся сами цветы в гирлянды
Что станет с нами не в этом дело
Оранжевый день зовет в обряды
Там где сердца чисты для дела
Хлопни в ладоши, хлопни в ладоши...
Хлопни в ладоши маленький Будда
Смейся, так ветер любит твой голос
Нет легче ноши и так он труден
Долгий наш путь, тонкий как волос
Хлопни в ладоши, хлопни в ладоши....
Там где пространство гремит цепями
Пеплом сгоревших поют дороги
Но каждый твой шаг будто в начале
Там где танцуют глухие боги
Хлопни в ладоши, хлопни в ладоши...
Хлопни в ладоши маленький Будда
Ютятся птицы в твоих одеждах
Ты как и я из ниоткуда
Я как и ты полон надежды
Я как и ты из ниоткуда
Ты как и я полон надежды.
Clap your hands a little Buddha
The birds are in your clothes
You're like me out of nowhere
I'm as hopeful as you are
Clap your hands, clap your hands ...
The flowers themselves will weave in garlands
What will become of us is not the matter
The orange day calls for rites
Where hearts are pure for work
Clap your hands, clap your hands ...
Clap your hands a little Buddha
Laugh, the wind loves your voice
No burden is easier and so it is difficult
Our long path, thin as hair
Clap your hands, clap your hands ....
Where the space rattles the chains
Ashes burned down the roads
But every step of yours, as if at the beginning
Where the deaf gods dance
Clap your hands, clap your hands ...
Clap your hands a little Buddha
The birds are in your clothes
You're like me out of nowhere
I'm as hopeful as you are
I like you from nowhere
You, like me, are full of hope.
The birds are in your clothes
You're like me out of nowhere
I'm as hopeful as you are
Clap your hands, clap your hands ...
The flowers themselves will weave in garlands
What will become of us is not the matter
The orange day calls for rites
Where hearts are pure for work
Clap your hands, clap your hands ...
Clap your hands a little Buddha
Laugh, the wind loves your voice
No burden is easier and so it is difficult
Our long path, thin as hair
Clap your hands, clap your hands ....
Where the space rattles the chains
Ashes burned down the roads
But every step of yours, as if at the beginning
Where the deaf gods dance
Clap your hands, clap your hands ...
Clap your hands a little Buddha
The birds are in your clothes
You're like me out of nowhere
I'm as hopeful as you are
I like you from nowhere
You, like me, are full of hope.