Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Живописцы

Am E7 Am
Painters, dip your brush
      Am E7 Am
In the bustle of Moscow yards and dawn.
       Dm E7 Am
To have your hands like leaves.
        H7 E7 Am
Like the leaves, like the leaves in November.

Dip your brush in blue
By tradition, the forgotten city.
Draw and diligently and with love,
how lovingly we walk along Tverskaya.

Let the pavement stir as wakes.
Let start that has not yet begun.
You draw, you draw, you will be counted.
What could guess we failed.

You, as a judge, draw our destiny,
Our winter, our summer and spring.
Nothing that you other people, you draw,
I then, that it is not clear explain.