Текст песни CAP'C - Художник

I paint diluted wine
My canvas was a newspaper, and the bench was my table
My house was the street and often do not have enough light
From the lights, but the sun shines long summer

From cigarette smoke - only the nicotine
We want or not want, but they ostnuc I zavisemosti
We Love, but who do not even remember
From the climb out of the skin, not to make new lazhi

I draw those possible for me idol
The whole world is good to them once and to the holes
Zater eraser your old album
I'm just an artist and I live in the present day

Rain does not wash drawings on my body
Week after week fly, and I'm not getting old
I have, all that I wish, I read no books
And Ja can be will choose me

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The area is not sleeping - he lights the window
The two of us are sitting and so lonely
I draw this evening
Let me just paint and brush

And what with the fact that all the colors in politrila
It has long been not diluted with pure alcohol
I wish you all peace and good
I took everything out of life
And now I am sending this life ...
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Tagged not describe all that is in my soul
And I do not tell already that you can and can not
The owner of life I am my own judge, and the prophet
I myself dvol, I am my own god

Could I ever choose the right path
I did not think, but the smoke as toxic as mercury
I do not care, I continue to smoke something that can kill
I was, but it should soon be released

To be or not to be, drink or smoke
Revenge or forgive, to love or to quit
The thread will tear again and I get out of the house
As if from a coma to a half of the sixth

The streets again, the party in the dining rooms
Songs Petrova, hands in chains
Body of languor, but I draw the world
On the wall of your house