Текст песни Спирит - Художник

Spirit - Painter

Draw me the city.
Draw it in the window,
Draw a smile
in multi-colored glasses,

I will rush quietly
after a light morning
And painted roof
 sweet mother of pearl.

Take a break from affairs
and care routine,
learn to walk
for your paintings,
solution and implicate
 in every rustle,
if only you will draw a city ...

Draw, if you want,
Your canvas - my skin.
Write carefully ..
You - God, my artist ...

Draw me the sky,
that you dream of,
Draw me a bird in it
and I was like a bird.

I will leave the bottom of everything
that gnaws at the soul
And step off the ledge
vzlechu and perhaps

Take a break from affairs
and care routine,
learn to walk
for your paintings,
And then uparhnu
followed by stellar dust,
if only you will draw wings

Draw, if you want,
Your canvas - my skin.
Write carefully ..
You - God, my artist ...