Текст песни Костя Егоров - Художник

The artist looking out the window
Once looked at me
Introduced me to the picture
The picture where I am built

And young and all vices
It tastes very bitter.
So stares as if
I will be the shadow of the curve.

Artist, my oblivion
Witness invented by me.
With my eyes
Wake up over the burning abyss ...

You black violin right away
You cut your canvases.
And you will search in the middle of the night
Doors, crevices and windows.

The artist who looked out the window
Once looked at me
Penetrated through a black soul
A ray of a dead day ...

I broke out, I caught fire
And burst into this light
Only on paper left
Coal black portrait.

Artist, my insight,
Creator heard by me.
Thank you for coming
And the other way told me.

Not there I was looking for perfection
Not there I was looking for beauty.
More about the incomprehensible
I will never lie.