Текст песни пернатый.Zмей - Художник

I am not fond of the east,
To the West is indifferent too -

Just come back to the sources,
Where beauty deeper skin lines.

I do not do the sky vanilla,
I draw as it is

I will take only bright paints
I will be the palette of spring

Not why fairy tale fiction
Real life brighter sleep

Not so clean hands
Set a monument yet early
Yet the power of spiritual sound
Heals the soul wounds

Among the characters of this era
Not to find the joy of every day
I do not eat crumbs
Live light and warmth