Текст песни БЕСПОЛЕЗНЫЕ СОВЕТЫ - Птица

Jacques Prévert

    Cat and Bird

     In the village of grim faces:
     Mortally wounded bird.
     This only lived in the village bird
     The only cat who lives in the village
     I devour half.
     And she does not sing.
     A cat licking a bloody mouth,
     Hums and purrs contentedly ... And
     The bird dies.
     The village decides
     Arrange her funeral, for which Côte
     Invited, he goes for a little coffin.
     Coffin girl pulling and crying loudly.
     & quot; Oh, if I knew - she says the cat -
     With the death of this bird
     Cause you grief,
     I would eat it whole ...
     And then
     Would tell you that over the blue sea,
     There, where does the white light,
     From whence there is no return,
     She flew away, flew away forever,
     And you would be less sad, and soon
     Gone would be sad
     With your face ...

     Whatever you say, and every work
     We must bring to an end!