Once, in early spring, a fire bird beckoned
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On the roads of the foolish land - to look for paths to the sun.
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Above the land of cities are roofs, and above the roofs there is smoke and soot,
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And above the soot - the sky above - the sun is a white army.
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How much grief in need the fool mumbled, wore out hundreds of boots,
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And he tore as many shirts as he trampled on grass.
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I collected fairy tales through the forests and learned songs from birds,
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He amused the crowds of cities, but did not become closer to the sun.
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Oh, ladder paths straight across the earth to heaven,
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How to find, see, but not overlook, not lose.
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And the sky has joy - just look into the eyes of the sun in the morning,
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You turn away, hide yourself, and burst into tears again, again.
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Chorus:
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Like this!
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We pour into a fairy tale with a word.
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Like this!
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Let's laugh!
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A fool walks barefoot on the ground, on the banks of rivers and at the edge of the forest.
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The fool amuses the respectable people all over the squares of the cities.
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And you, like him, walk the earth, to him, like everyone else, you, like everyone else,
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from generation by fate.
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Go your own way, look for your path, a fool will find it, you will find it, God willing,
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and I will find.
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Chorus:
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Like this!
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We pour into a fairy tale with a word.
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Like this!
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Let's laugh!
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This is just a saying, but a fairy tale runs like a river and things do not go quickly.
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The fool did not get closer to the sun, but the hearts became warmer.
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Wherever he composed a song, wherever a word sprouted,
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Paths in the sky from the stars in hot pursuit.
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Above the land of cities are roofs, and above the roofs there is smoke and soot,
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And above the soot - the sky above - the sun is a white army.
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That's what happened in the early spring, the fire bird lured
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On the roads of the foolish land - to look for paths to the sun. |