Текст песни Сергей Плотницкий - Ю.Левитанский. Время, бесстрашный художник

Time, fearless artist,
As if on the white pages,
something writes everything and writes
on human persons.

Grypiece drives down the skin.
A feathered thin - too.
Acute engraver needle.
The exact handle of the grimer ...

The sacrament of light and shadow.
Arrows, circles and squares.
Early losses.
Late our loss.

Dates of our accent.
Spots are harmful fear.
Burden of family similarities
With God and with a handful of dust.

Screensation of our and generosity.
Suit Our and futility.
Head or pride.
Courage and virtue ...

Here is a man painted
So that he already hurts.
He is already asking for:
- pretty,
See, I am all painted!

But his requests do not hear
The truth is a provisional master.
So he discarded the felt-taster,
Thin taste writes.

I already took a feather in hand -
Writes a death flour.
The latest stroke.
Small dash only ...

So we are from the first scream
And until the last sigh
writes in your time
(Era, Counter, Epoch).

Writes in a conditional manner
And as they wrote once.
How on square plywood
Writing a sorrowful date.

SET Decolation. Glare.
Spot Belil and Guashi.
Our sinless faces.
Our sinful faces ...

Here is a man among the field
Pal, and eyes empty.
He died in the home bed.
Dropped out of the eternal fight.

He is already in the field not a warrior.
Move the hand is not free.
No longer say:
- Pretty! -
Everything. He no longer hurt.