Текст песни Костя Игнатов - Художник

I draw so as I can
Words paints the night sky .
What warms the cold that night ,
Wrap up warm and starry blanket .

Under the sky that in the homes of sleepless
From the dark room staring at the stars .
Through the cold glass and window frames ,
In my dreams to paint a sky bridge.

And I'm from the strings and simple rhymes
Way to even make a beautiful moon ,
And the path that gently
I go for a brush , on the trail of paint .

From there everything at a glance ,
All cities , houses and windows .
And somewhere in there sleeping artist,
Picturing the stars between the lines.