Текст песни Валерий Антонюк - Уличный художник на Арбате

Music - Valery Antoniuk, the words Svetlana Tabal

Street artist on the Arbat
Black pencil gritting
Spring drew in a short dress,
What looks like you ...
Looking bottomless, like the sky,
What's crazy is not just drove.
I missed the spring with absurd
Where to find it now?

Do not accept or believe,
Tell me - who is to blame,
What have you become my loss,
I get lost my spring.
Do not believe and do not accept.
I hope you're somewhere near ...
I look at other people's faces
In the indifferent crowd Arbat.

Pencil, paper and a tripod,
Not a penny to his name,
Draw me a street artist
(Draw my friend, because you are an artist)
The one that I call the spring.
Draw as if I prophesied
Happiness, faith and love,
it's just really for you,
A few strokes ...

Do not accept or believe,
Tell me - who is to blame,
What have you become my loss,
I get lost my spring.
Do not believe and do not accept.
I hope you're somewhere near ...
I look at other people's faces
In the indifferent crowd Arbat.