Текст песни КРОНОС - Артист

Nomadic life of a stray artist
Flies brightly, runs away quickly
Do not have time to look around - you are already an old man
In the light of the ramp on the stage years, like a moment.

Eternal miner people, thirst to make them better,
Soul will bring on the dish, and in response a pokhaby cry.
She threshing and crying and the artist goes to busbars,
To wine and bitter vodka until morning wash the spit.

You often saw laughter in our eyes when there should be tears,
Burned scenic fence with flames,
But you did not believe, starting with a blank sheet -
I wanted to find at least one of the hundred!

Do not need a crowd of not feeling, not the flight of the soul,
They are more bare flesh and beautiful lies.
The monologue sounds from the scene into the empty hall.
On the thin cheek of art rolls a tear ...

Again kibititis wheel raises dust,
To the sunshine, the face is a dream now, like a friend!
In this world, the soul is alive, even from fools!
Again raises dust kibitat wheel ...