Текст песни Владимир Пресняков Выше Радуги - Фотограф

Weaving old man photographer
There was an old man a deceiver
But in the photo the bird is still
A naive boy is waiting

Rushing, in a hurry, in an instant
And the bird does not fly, and the old man left

Who planned to deceive whom -
The bird won't answer
But he sits and waits, afraid to blink
The boy in the portrait

Rushing in a hurry for a moment
And the bird does not fly and the old man left
This is how light works
Get used to it, don't be afraid

This is how light works
Get used to it, don't be afraid

Instead of a bird, a bright light flashed
And the click rang out
Even if that bird was not and is not,
But the portrait remained

Rushing in a hurry for a moment
And the bird does not fly and the old man left
This is how light works
Get used to it, don't be afraid

This is how light works
Get used to it, don't be afraid