Monologue
Музыка: Александр Ситковецкий
Слова: Маргарита Пушкина, Борис Баркас
Yes, I do want the one who comes in my wake
To be no shadow, feeble, blind, nor fake...
Cowering in fear behind another’s heel;
Knowing myself, hiding no ill —
Yes, I want the one who follows in my wake
To be bolder than me.
Yes, I do want the one who trails in my wake —
His voice not drowned in another's whisper lake...
To finish the song that I could not ever sing;
Knowing himself, hiding no ill —
Yes, I want the one who follows in my wake
To be stronger than me.
I will walk my path, walk on in spite of all,
Who keep count of my every step,
If my life might serve as a prologue
For the one who follows in my wake.
Yes, I do want the one who comes after me
To live out the dream I left yet unfulfilled —
To make our joy abundant and our sorrow scarce;
Knowing himself, he hides no ill —
Yes, I want the one who follows in my wake
To be happier than I!
I will walk my path, walk on in spite of all,
Who keep count of my every step;
May my life then be but a prologue
For the one who follows in my wake!
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