Текст песни DegeneratЫ - Чёрный бархат

A talent's fate is not easy
The artist's life is lonely.
The path to the capital can be long
From a lost town.

The black velvet of the camisole is worn out
Luggage contains only paints and a brush.
He came here from afar
Look at the life of the capital.
He walked through crowded streets
And wandered around in dark places
And then I drew those plots
An eyewitness that he himself was.

Black velvet
Soaked from the rain
But to the tramps
God helps.
Black velvet,
And underneath is the soul
For the soul
Not a penny.

This fragile vagabond artist
He was desperately brave in love.
Placing a tripod in the living room,
He managed to achieve his -
Very soon he became famous
And his pictures are snapped up,
Sometimes only with a sad smile
In his thoughts he was turning back

Black velvet
Soaked from the rain
But to the tramps
God helps.
Black velvet,
And underneath is the soul
For the soul
Not a penny.

A talent's fate is not easy
The artist's life is lonely.
The path to the capital can be long
From a lost town

Black velvet
Soaked from the rain
But the vagabonds
God helps.
Black velvet,
And underneath is the soul
For the soul
Not a penny.