Текст песни Белое Солнце - портрет

Brush waving slightly, trembled again
And the gray tired old man cursed his years.
Prisoner of cold walls himself and did not know why
At night, he forced dumb cans

Chorus:
No more cases, new no ideas
The tear blurry your unsuccessful barcode.
May be dusting a handful of amber
Declaring again unfinished portrait.

But dream of dreams, in the shreds to break the canvas so simple.
Throw the old man these thoughts are criminal and evil, you must fight.
So that he admired again, that, whose love love, to you.
Her angelic face in the picture froze.

Chorus:
No more cases, new no ideas
The tear blurry your unsuccessful barcode.
May be dusting a handful of amber
Declaring again unfinished portrait.

No more cases, new no ideas
The tear blurry your unsuccessful barcode.
May be dusting a handful of amber
Declaring again unfinished portrait.