Текст песни Слова-Макс Журавлёв,музыка-Маша Дмитриева - Нарисованный мир

Maybe time will heal the wounds
And insomnia will change fatigue
And on the soul of a balsam from the drama
Sadness sadness that the heart remains
You will cross out later everything that was
And wipe the brush of the past shadow
For you, the morning came again
I am evening and bitterness loss

Drawn world, dazzling sleep
Bright colors flowers, unscrewd bud
And your hand you breathe in the leaf of the light
But lost easel, instead of exhalation moan
Not torn canvas, in blood drops Bud
I can no longer become another, for you I am a handful of ash

My artist, your world is geniant
You draw it in the color of summer
My question is to a funny banal
What was created all this
You will get the canvas and brushes
And draw all numbers and dates
And fade the embryos of truths
Like flowers that gave you sometime

Drawn world, dazzling sleep
Bright colors flowers, unscrewd bud
And your hand you breathe in the leaf of the light
But lost easel, instead of exhalation moan
Not torn canvas, in blood drops Bud
I can no longer become another, for you I am a handful of ash

I can no longer become another, for you I am a handful of ash