Текст песни Они и Я - Художник

My friend artist drew portrait
Heard creak and ringing coins.
Saw the doors on his canvas
And a gloomy voice somewhere in silence

chorus:
Seconds of life do not return back
Try the clock and mourning ritual.
Trees will rustle foliage
Now you are ours! Now you are mine.

Everything in the picture is a scary way revived
Stretched hands paint brush all interfered
Eyes opened, heat smelled in face
Where is my creator image number

chorus.

During the morning, neighbors hung from smoke
Opened all the shutters and knocked out the door
On the picture it is only an old man at the hill
In the hands of his brushes and look like a wall.

Above the death of his people are not powerful
Sometimes bring that moment, and in vain
Will come and come and the door will open
And the arms will last bony.

chorus.