Текст песни Био - Эстет

He opens with his key
Closed by someone the doors to the world
He is not afraid of playing with fire
He knows exactly his landmark

Lonely dandy at the bar
Dressed not as usual for everyone
He believes in what he himself understood
Making your way through the maze of problems.

Esthete, esthete ...

He speaks very strange about love
Traffic light palette painting a portrait
He does not remember past insults
Considering this a guarantee from troubles

He re-calculates his own footprint.
Trying to make a smart move
But the joys of life are not a secret for him
Colors and sounds are delightful.

He is an esthete!
He is just an esthete.
That's all...

He considers stress meaningless.
Scrolling through the pages of newspapers at home
He believes in movement, in mind, in progress
He is an opponent of amorphous environments

Lonely dandy at the bar
Dressed not as usual for everyone
He believes in what he himself understood
Making your way through the maze of problems.

He is an esthete!
Esthete.
He is just an esthete.
That's all...