Текст песни Barinov - Краски

Old love tales
They gave rise to the flame of lies
The world is not of good and simple,
And the time has long burned bridges

All that was not to return
In their will not step
Towing the sun and waves
Instead of gray masses

I will get rid of the evil
What masks
So in vain waiting for my move
I'll cut this world
All paints
I will create it again

Old fairy tales about was
In dust, not in fire
Ourselves - and in black smoke,
So as not to watch color dreams

I will get rid of the evil
What masks
So in vain waiting for my move
I'll cut this world
All paints
I will create it again