Текст песни AIF - Failed artist

I do not remember a day when became one
Paint color is already a dead world
Missing all times, disappeared in an instant
From paintings to outline the path of formation.

Visible only touches the outlines of people
To understand fully is not given them to me
But strokes are not complicated, it's simple to horror
There were masterpieces, but they are far

I met people that applied to color
But I have to imagine they were not allowed
I decided rasskrasit world and themselves
Let and dull, but all the same color.

For myself, I became a painter
Adding details and picking them color
Outline, strokes, the artist wanted to be
But a bird without wings, is not given to fly.

Climbing up onto the roof, he imagines himself to crow
Wings squared, which simply does not
I wanted to fly away and forget
Away to where the bright dawn
And Easten I lay on the pavement
Burgundy paint to decorate it
This world bright color giving
Staying myself I was not able to.

Staying myself I was not able to
giving the world the color, light.