Moon river, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style, some day.

Old dream maker, you heart breaker,
Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way.

Two drifters, off to see the world,
There's such a lot of world, to see.

We're after the same rainbow's end,
Waitin' 'round the bend,
My Huckleberry friend, moon river,
And me.

А диких зверей любить нельзя: чем больше их любишь, тем они сильней становятся. А когда наберутся сил - убегают в лес. Или взлетают на дерево. Потом на дерево повыше. Потом в небо.

Если позволишь себе полюбить дикую тварь, кончится тем, что только и будешь глядеть в небо.

Moon river, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.

Old dream maker, you heart breaker,
Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way.

Two drifters, off to see the world,
There's such a lot of world to see.

We're after the same rainbow's end,
Waitin' 'round the bend,
My Huckleberry friend, moon river,
And me.

And the wild beasts of love: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then in the sky.

If you let yourself love a wild thing, end up are only going to look at the sky.