Текст песни Jackie-O - Drawing Days

My angel of dreams
I was looking for me to point the way
In his native home,
Where still waiting for me with hope.
My impotent hand draws boldly,
Thickening of paint on the canvas of days gone by.

Even if the light in the eye, will not hurt me:
Paints day brighter on white background.
Even if the fate of a brush in his hand clench even stronger,
The life of your paint clumsily.

Homeless cat
He yawned and smiled like me.
conversely
All the colors of life in a crazy dream.
But even bold palette fails
Show luxurious world of my soul.

Even if the light in the eye, will not hurt me:
Paints day brighter on white background.
Even if the fate of a brush in his hand clench even stronger,
The life of your paint clumsily.

Soydёsh you in my life from the canvas as wanted
Paint in bright color flow of ordinary days.

Even if the light in the eye, will not hurt me:
Paints day brighter on white background.
Even if the fate of a brush in his hand clench even stronger,
The life of your paint clumsily.

Bouquet of flowers
Aroma fills my heart.
Of the thousands of words
I will choose the "love!" And repeat a hundred times to you.