Текст песни MC CT - Художник

Once upon a time there was a man sworn artist
Any figure it was a hell of a rich
Any sketch became his masterpiece
His every word was for other nerve

He seems to be seen what will happen in advance
He knew ahead of all that it will succeed
Upcoming hard work up a sweat
Paint a picture in which a minor note
And even show the face of good and evil
Where he attended Jesus and Judas evil

He interrupted his work on the middle
He could not imagine the characters in this picture
It took him a while to find them
Deep night road half way
He sees a man of his eyes shine
His gait and body as if playing.

Step by step, getting closer and closer fit
The artist looks
And it features Jesus finds.

That same night he invited the man in the studio
Adding that I have long been drawing a picture,
I needed a way similar to Jesus
And you look like you believe me, I am an artist of fine taste

Throughout the night and morning, he tried to make sketches
And when ***** (not quite make out the words)
A little more strength and will
The painting expresses the feelings of joy and pain

Three years have passed a lot of water under the bridge
Ideas disintegrated as broken glass
His hurried can draw faster?

Empty place where there should be a villain Judas
Villain, villain, he repeated constantly
Then he noticed that behaves a little strange
Everything you need to walk a little bit is enough
I can not just pick up and surrender

He walked and thought meanwhile fingering a rosary
He knew that he was like a drowning boat
And then his thoughts tore some cry
He turned to the old man lying in the gutter

The artist came to help him
The man said krehtya: & quot; Go away! & Quot;
Then he realized it's just a crazy hobo
He was disfigured as an old snag

And what is the mind of the artist turned
The fact that so long asleep woke up now
In the face of the man he saw sin and shame

He realized that lies before him Judas
Raised him and led to his home
Seated on a chair, and he barely barely alive

Rather, draw, paint rather mixed
More evil and less light petting
Well that's all ready to show picture
And the one that whispered in his chair phrase

Dear man, show that draw
Well, not Tom and me thou stir up
O God, and goose bumps
The man's face was white and became stricter

Oh God how this could happen
Rather pinch me that this dream
I saw, I saw this picture accurately
Some artist said it was urgent

He painted then I do not remember
I remember the poor and then became a vagabond freestyle
I remember that night you drew me to Jesus
What a lie that you are an artist good taste ...