Текст песни Сергей Матвеенко - КРАСКИ ст.и муз. С.Матвеенко

Paints

Drew the landscape. You have long ago, pushed the eye, looked published ...
He drunk you like wine, paints fused.
And there was spring - green meadows and the starlings were denied.
And then the snow and the Purga, the paints fused.
And maybe you have inexorably drawn,
But pictures you addressed to friends
But this incorruptible pencil will not sell ...

Two had a dispute that there was a dispute argument, the mountains of gunpowders were waiting.
I reconciled them with seeding, the paints were fused.
The man left behind him, the traces of dust shed.
Differed the pain of mourning, the paints fused.
And maybe you have inexorably drawn,
But pictures you addressed to friends
But this incorruptible pencil will not sell ...

So the world is arranged, nothing in vain and so far the heart is hot.
Give us more dawn, bright paints.
To love and sing and feather caress, we mounted Milky paths.
Let not everyone find the paints of eternal.
And maybe you have inexorably painted,
But pictures you addressed to friends
But this incorruptible pencil will not sell ...

Drew the landscape, and there was spring ...
Two had a dispute ... so the world is arranged.
Nothing in vain.