Текст песни Тимофей Яровиков - Про художников

As a pilot of the helicopter
Throwing the car in the afternoons,
Between leather and fuselage
Not sickly different
I shake shallow shudder,
I enter the impossible
And I want to be similar
On a runaway drawing da Vinci.

Harder to choose a brush
For the last feature,
Knowing how the master:
From there will not be a refund.
There is nothing worse than this line black.
But only the master is capable
It is suspended as it is necessary.

Pablo, the public loves your fear
And spits on him.
Pablo, the audience is whipping "hennik"
Lighter side dish.
You pay. I will pay with you.
It's nothing ...
You will still incur as Garson,
With sharp dove sauce of the world.

Harder to choose a brush
For the last feature,
Knowing how the master:
From there will not be a refund.
There is nothing worse than this line black.
But only the master is capable
It is suspended as it is necessary.

Salvador, I would also like
Get lost in a dream.
I would help you get
Diamonds from Cala.
But I am sick of thought,
What did you burn in shit
Saving under someone
His beloved Gang.

Harder to choose a brush
For the last line
Knowing how the master:
From there will not be a refund.
There is nothing worse than this line black.
But only the master is capable
It is suspended as it is necessary.

I, like your ear Van Gogh -
Awful love gift
Indifferent to injury and death,
To sighs and aham.
That is not from the bay-junction ...
You do not call a psychic.
Roots of these beautiful sunflowers
In coal mines.

Harder to choose a brush
For the last feature,
Knowing how the master:
From there will not be a refund.
There is nothing worse than this line black.
But look: the black acquires
Square borders.