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.
