Текст песни Павел Фахртдинов - Нарисуй

Draw me where Dawn gets to the star,
And where rusty bullet hole is called the Moon ..
Draw me the storm drops in a puddle of water,
Steamship farewell whistle extracted string!
Help me to find me in the house of mirrors ..
Where per capita accounts for the exact spitting!
Help me I otyskat- I have not found,
After all, in any of the squares, every wall - the ceiling ...
Limited to the sky in the picture square canvas,
And the soul zakvadrachena word of the closed walls,
 I hope that you will draw me to those places,
Where only hides the dawn star, but does not extinguish all ...
Draw the ship's whistle - it will be my cry!
Draw me the way I am, with no shades!
Why are not you happy? I already know, used to,
Live picturesque, behind the wall,
Why are not you happy? !!!!! I already know, used to,
Live picturesque .......