Текст песни Флёр - Расскажи мне о смерти мой маленький принц

Tell me about death,
my little prince,
or be silent
all night until the morning ,
Listening to the punctured
butterflies cry ,
looking longingly
dead birds in the eye.

We will not
together ever.
You want to give all;
but this - a little.
You so want to tears
and their left.

Quiet rustling ears ,
stellar distance,
purple velvet
sequins in the rain ...
This is the most ill-
word - never,
This - the fact that nobody
does not want to accept.

Hide me forever ,
dark water ...

Tell me about death,
my little prince,
or be silent
all night until the morning ,
Listening to the punctured
butterflies cry ,
looking longingly
dead birds in the eye.

We will not
together ever ...

This is the most cruel word ...