Текст песни СадЪ - Ван Гог

Dying artist, it was light to die ,
       Crows burst into tears in the yellow-blue fields.
       Let his sunflowers he did not have time to sell ,
       But the seeds also did not sell .
       
       Yellow- blue sadness with him died ,
       I get lost in the sky , and rain fell
       On canvas away with which it could not,
       Through that we ourselves once uydёm .
       
       Arriving in the land of golden domes ,
       Ears ringing the bell continuously .
       The orange paradise comes saints
       Only holiness fewer such garbage ...