你已经听不见这支歌。你游走了,我的小兄弟,游到自己的童话中去了。你是否知道,你永远不会变成鱼,永远游不到伊塞克库尔湖,看不到白轮船,不能对它说:“你好,白轮船,这是我!”你游走了。我现在只能够说一点——你否定了你那孩子的灵魂不能与之和解的东西。而这一点就是我 You have not heard this song. You swim, my little brother, went to his fairy tale gone. Did you know that you will never become a fish and you will never swim to Issyk-Kul Lake, you will not see a white steamer and you can not say to it: “Hello, white steamer, this is me!” gone. I can only say one thing now - you deny what your child’s soul can not reconcile with. And this is me