Текст песни Андрей Федосеев - 2. Художник

The cello should play tonight
And the Artist will begin to paint this night just about
A yard appeared on the canvas, a swing
Lanterns - it looks like autumn, no, it's not that

The yard is crossed out and no one is on the swing
Will not fly from childhood to old age
And the girl looking out the window
So forever left without a face

The cello should play tonight
Without it, the artist cannot cope
A door appears on the canvas
She's locked, what's behind her? Who cares?

The door is crossed and on the other side
Life will no longer appear, everyone is used to
Theme artist kills worlds
Which just prevents them from arising

Behind the wall, the notes flowed like a stream, a river
Swept through the room through the window
The artist smiled - a friend came
Took a pencil - it will be a black and white night

White sky with black stars - night
The black field is snow, winter
Chain of footprints - someone is walking away
Maybe from the Artist, maybe from himself

A blizzard whirls, howls, makes footprints
A fire is left in the distance by the window
The artist finished - he created the world
And then this world will live on its own

Will the Nameless One die in the field, in the snow
What the past will come up with
He will do everything himself or in supplications
Will often call upon the Artist -

Everything is in his hands