Текст песни Александр Постоленко - Портрет

Portrait dim beauty
Usually women features.
They call me, like before. As always.
The wonderful colors of fabric,
Living breathing is full,
Spring noise in spite of years.

What is the secret of the artist knew,
What mysteries solved,
Being able to save her from years of captivity?
So warm amber drops
Long past dawn
It keeps its beam, a good light.

And I realized - he loved and was loved.
Powerless before her time, and in front of him.
For their love of the centuries of oblivion there,
Neugasim its magic light.

You will smile openly
And asked: & quot; Where is your love?
Who are sad in the quiet invented palaces?
Your where paints and canvases?
How do you write a portrait,
Having learned of his love a person? & Quot;

I hear the colors of life in the heart of the noise of the day.
It sounds entire world rings string in the rays of fire.
Accord take as canvas,
And zarifmuyu ink notes.

I have this song sun stop running,
And you realize, as I love you, love you.
Let them finish singing are not strong enough
But I loved, but I was breathing, I lived.