Текст песни Маша Новикова и Александр Маршал - У всех моих цветов твои глаза

Artist in the deserted park
It should be one in a shabby raincoat.
He sees a white on white,
A writes black on black
And I like it, probably, toil,
Pictures of my Paris does not buy it.
What I'm not trying to paint
Everywhere features of your tread ...
All my colors your eyes!
Similar to you my storm ...
And the sea, keeping my pain,
How are you, kisses without love
In my museum named after you ...
A park not dressed for the weather
Or rather, stripped, according to the date
The artist is happy and free
But within a black square
One by one, even though the two of us
We create our landscapes
After the mirror is empty
Hanging on the opening day fashion
All my colors your eyes!
Similar to you my storm ...
And the sea, keeping my pain,
How are you, kisses without love
In my museum named after you ...
All my colors your eyes!
Similar to you my storm ...
And the sea, keeping my pain,
How are you, kisses without love
In my museum named after you ...