VITAS / THE LITTLE PRINCE / RO / MV

RUSSIAN LYRICS

Na planete moei chto chut’ bol ‘se menia samogo

Lis’ tri vulkana trava – I nikogo

Ia po sorok tri raza za den’ nabliudaiu zakat

Narisui mne baraska – on mne budet kak brat

Na planete moei ne jiviot daje jaba

No zato zdes’ v izbiitke hvataet semian baobaba

Esli viirastet zdes’ baobab ia umru ot toski

On korniami planetu moiu razorviot na kuski

Na planete moei est’ tvetok slovno skazka krasivii

Slovno skazka krasivii

U nego est sipii no oni ne pregrada dlia silii

Ne pregrada dlia silii

I barasek – moi brat s’est ego ne poniav nicego

Ne poniav nicego

Narisui mne broniu dlia tvetka moego

Ia malen’kii print ia tak odinok

V more strastei v mire trevok

Mnogo planet ia povidal

No liuchse svoiei ia ne otiiskal

Mne planeta moia nadoela – ia resil uletet

S pereliotnii imi ptiitami chtob na mir posmotret’

Ia letel nad zemlioi podnimaias’vsio viisie I viisie

Ia crichal im slova no menia nikto ne usliisal…

A vokrug protvataiet obman sueta I poroki

I za kajdoe pravo na jizn’ vsem otmerenii sroki

I tsetok moi bolsebnii okazalsia obiichnoiu rozoi

A strochki prekrasniik stihov biili lis’ prozoi

Ia malen’kii print ia tak odinok

V more strastei v mire trevok

Mnogo planet ia povidal

No liuchse svoiei ia ne otiiskal

ENGLISH LYRICS

On my planet, which is just a little larger than me, 

There are only three volcanoes and grass and nothing more.

I watch the sunset forty-three times a day.

Please draw me a lamb it will be like a brother to me.

My planet lacks even toads

But has a plenty of baobab seeds.

If a baobab grows here, Ill die of melancholy,

And my planet will be torn to pieces by the baobab roots.

There is a fantastically beautiful flower on my planet, 

It has thorns, but they are not a barrier for power, 

And my brother-lamb will eat it, having understood nothing.

Please draw an armor for my flower.

I'm a little prince.

I'm so lonely In the sea of passions,

In the world of anxiety.

I have seen many planets already,

But none of them turned out to be better than mine.

I have got tired of my planet and decided to flow away
Together with migratory birds

In order to see the world.

I was flying above the Earth, rising higher and higher.

I was shouting to them, but nobody heard me.

The surrounding world is full of thriving lie, vanity, and vices,

And everybody has a fixed time for life.

My fairy flower turned out to be an ordinary rose, 

And the lines of my wonderful verses were just a prose.

I'm a little prince.

I'm so lonely In the sea of passions,

In the world of anxiety.

I have seen many planets already,

But none of them turned out to be better than mine.