Текст песни Holodnoe Plamia - Художница и музыкант

Verse 1:
Changing the colors of life with strokes on the canvas He was fascinated by his legs
But he chose one
The one with which it is easier to breathe
And know this is his music
Where can she paint
Different in their manners, but still
She painted pictures he created from the notes of Air so that only for her
But she's for everyone
And people often doubted:
"What is their success then?"
"They do not understand us" - quietly whispered in his ear
Pouring out my heart
Closing tightly on the lock
From strangers and windows
Where you can read a couple of lines How the sky and the stars can be compared
And if you erase from memory
I could not forget them:
The one who looks for her pictures in being; He loves her with a simple name
Chorus:
He could look at her for hours without hiding his eyes
Did she love wondered he admired her
They have their own talent
She is an artist, he is a musician (2 p)
Verse 2:
The picture is finished.
The song is finished
Love passed by
Crossing out easily
That funny motive
Now it sounds sad
But beautiful as before
Though close, but far from together Fusion of strange colors and notes in the text She is not Jessie King and he is not Beethoven But as an author for them I am completely calm
Mixed in the palette, other colors let Guests into their lives easily without joking
Playing with shades of colors
Shadow and light of melody do not belong to minor plots
Sees pictures in notes hears poems Sketches in a notebook you add a hit
Treble clef for him the beginning began
"Musician and artist bitch" - he whispered
Chorus:
He could look at her for hours without hiding his eyes
Did she love wondered he admired her
They have their own talent
She is an artist he is a musician (2 p)