Текст песни Безуглов А. - Художник

Every new day we run everywhere
We run not too lazy in this bustle.
Among all the pictures there are a simple hero,
The foreground does not run with the crowd.
Not delight, he understands us
Picks up the background to not knock down the contrast.
CHORUS:
On the canvas ordinary he draws all in a row,
Someone uncomfortable his work is not happy.
In the mirrors of paper, they are not visible image
In thoughts you are charged, but in fact, idle.
2nd verse:
The bright light can radiate
We strive to become MiG kings
Without noticing the shadow that it goes from us,
Shouthing canvases - it's not counting everything.
Brush, like fire, illuminates darkness,
Where to find the answer? Something wrong with him.
Our portrait is one, and the Acts of Darkness,
Observing go who went crazy ...
CHORUS:
On the canvas ordinary he draws all in a row,
Someone uncomfortable his work is not happy.
In the mirrors of paper, they are not visible image
In thoughts you are charged, but in fact, idle.