Lyrics Олесь из Любоистока - Мечтатель
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В глазах его сады цветут, и озеро искрится.
В душе счастливый смех звучит, и бьёт родник Любви.
Мечтает он о том, чтоб на звёздах пели птицы.
И, также как у нас, весной цвели цветы.
Он, словно летом снег, на ваши души ляжет.
Он к вам сюда пришёл, чтобы всем радость принести.
Откуда точно родом, он вам с улыбкой скажет:
- Мечтатель мол, а стало быть, и родом из мечты.
Но разве это важно, как поёт он под гитару.
И пальцами своими нежно струны теребит.
Они с его душой какой-то нитью видно связаны,
Он оттого так сильно это дело полюбил.
Похож он чем-то на Того, кто нас с вами придумал.
И хочет он немного и немало - Рай создать!
И чтобы в нём Любовь и Счастье вечно жили.
А чтоб такое сотворить - Богиню нужно повстречать!
И вот представьте, словно в сказке, чудо происходит!!!
Неясно только - он или она его нашла.
Обычные слова здесь о Любви, конечно, не подходят.
Ведь оказалось, в жизни она сильнее, чем в мечтах.
Он пел ей то, что птицы ему на рассвете пели,
И что-то там ещё, что ему ветер нашептал,
О том, что звёзды в небе все смотрели с восхищением,
Когда в своих мечтах он её образ рисовал.
И вот его мечта сидит с ним рядом, улыбаясь.
Румянец на щеках, в глазах горит огонь Любви,
И голос её чем-то звон ручья напоминает,
А вместе как поют, так можно слушать до зари.
И видели бы вы, в каком красивом живут доме.
Вокруг фруктовый сад, под ним живой ковёр цветов.
И любят вместе, вечером, они верхом по полю,
Пуститься вскачь, чтоб на горе догнать закат.
И даже если не догонят, но зато побольше
Смогут любоваться тем, как он красит облака.
Ведь на горе закат на целое мгновенье дольше,
А за одно мгновенье, столько можно намечтать.
Да, кстати, ведь мечтатель тот - обычный парень.
Довольно в нём любви, свободы, простоты.
Но кто-то жизнь свою шагами измеряет, 2 раза
А он взмахом крыла своей мечты.
In his eyes the gardens are blooming and the lake sparkles.
Happy laughter sounds in my soul, and the spring of Love beats.
He dreams of birds singing on the stars.
And, just like us, flowers bloomed in spring.
It, like snow in summer, will fall on your souls.
He came to you here to bring joy to everyone.
Where he comes from, he will tell you with a smile:
- The dreamer, they say, and therefore comes from a dream.
But does it matter how he sings with a guitar.
And gently pulls the strings with her fingers.
They are evidently connected with his soul by some thread,
That is why he loved this business so much.
It looks somewhat like the One who invented us.
And he wants a little and a lot - to create Paradise!
And so that Love and Happiness live in it forever.
And to create such a thing - the Goddess must be met!
And now imagine, as if in a fairy tale, a miracle happens !!!
It is unclear only - he or she found it.
The usual words here about Love, of course, do not fit.
After all, it turned out that in life she is stronger than in dreams.
He sang to her what the birds sang to him at dawn,
And something else that the wind whispered to him,
The fact that the stars in the sky were all watched with admiration,
When in his dreams he painted her image.
And now his dream is sitting next to him, smiling.
Blush on the cheeks, the fire of Love burns in the eyes,
And her voice somehow reminds me of the ringing of a brook
And together as they sing, so you can listen until dawn.
And you should have seen what a beautiful house they live in.
Around an orchard, under it a living carpet of flowers.
And they love together, in the evening, they are riding in the field,
Start galloping to catch the sunset on the mountain.
And even if they do not catch up, but more
They will be able to admire how he paints the clouds.
After all, the sunset on the mountain is a whole moment longer,
And in one instant, you can dream so much.
By the way, the dreamer is an ordinary guy.
There is enough love, freedom, simplicity in it.
But someone measures their life with steps, 2 times
And he flaps his dream wing.
Happy laughter sounds in my soul, and the spring of Love beats.
He dreams of birds singing on the stars.
And, just like us, flowers bloomed in spring.
It, like snow in summer, will fall on your souls.
He came to you here to bring joy to everyone.
Where he comes from, he will tell you with a smile:
- The dreamer, they say, and therefore comes from a dream.
But does it matter how he sings with a guitar.
And gently pulls the strings with her fingers.
They are evidently connected with his soul by some thread,
That is why he loved this business so much.
It looks somewhat like the One who invented us.
And he wants a little and a lot - to create Paradise!
And so that Love and Happiness live in it forever.
And to create such a thing - the Goddess must be met!
And now imagine, as if in a fairy tale, a miracle happens !!!
It is unclear only - he or she found it.
The usual words here about Love, of course, do not fit.
After all, it turned out that in life she is stronger than in dreams.
He sang to her what the birds sang to him at dawn,
And something else that the wind whispered to him,
The fact that the stars in the sky were all watched with admiration,
When in his dreams he painted her image.
And now his dream is sitting next to him, smiling.
Blush on the cheeks, the fire of Love burns in the eyes,
And her voice somehow reminds me of the ringing of a brook
And together as they sing, so you can listen until dawn.
And you should have seen what a beautiful house they live in.
Around an orchard, under it a living carpet of flowers.
And they love together, in the evening, they are riding in the field,
Start galloping to catch the sunset on the mountain.
And even if they do not catch up, but more
They will be able to admire how he paints the clouds.
After all, the sunset on the mountain is a whole moment longer,
And in one instant, you can dream so much.
By the way, the dreamer is an ordinary guy.
There is enough love, freedom, simplicity in it.
But someone measures their life with steps, 2 times
And he flaps his dream wing.