Текст песни MasteRKoT - Портрет

Slowly falling snow in the city
The horror that was here, forgotten forever
At the port, heading, goes slowly
It is not at all a living soul

So he silently standing by the water
As long as snow sweeps in the lane marks
In the eyes of his soul Throwing seen
Watch how the body hugging motion of waves

The moment has not passed, it is on the road again
Hastening home, skirting the bridges,
Jerk beautiful door opens
He wants to know what it is now

The key opens the door to a secret
Craves look at its essence a different
He lights a torch in his hand
And on the canvas see your face

through the centuries assumes his curse
Portrait on the wall of his animates
The person remains forever young
Only on the canvas can be seen traces of the homicide.