Текст песни Светлана Каневская - Художница

Dress up I do not kox
In your favorite scarf and takes.
Paints in jars, belch brushes,
On a tripod old easel.
I am an artist, needlewoman,
And I can choose
Who loves me, what is believed,
How to draw paints to me.

There, beyond the imagination
Magic on a white sheet.
God is given from birth
Visit fog on canvas.
Let the world freeze for a moment
And from scratch will begin again ...
Where are you, my inspiration?
Without you, I do not cope.

Dug a brush, played life,
Hurried to the smear behind the smear.
Here is the forest sparks, and the mountain shines
Snow white in blue.
And the artists are all with the hell
Do not rush me to customize!
I want more poppy flowers
Dorisite on the hill!

Drawing home to happiness in it,
To live on the joy - do not rush.
To feast Mountain, and friends with me
There could be a cup with honey.
I am an artist, I'm enchanted,
So why do I feel so?
Life will work out, the world will change,
If paint draw!