Текст песни Александр Фролов - Художник

Put back on a pedestal
Silence Memorial.
The tool is packed in a case
My sick soul.

Again the road to nowhere
I have a hard way ahead.
My life flows like water
Somewhere and somehow.

I will collect the notes of stars in a chord
The glitter of the wave, the glitter of the moon - everything is on canvas.

An artist, though not an atlas,
Carrying on his hump
All my life, my true talent
Unnecessary, however, to anyone.

I chord the notes of stars
The glitter of the wave, the glitter of the moon - everything is on canvas.

(Alexander Frolov)