Текст песни Дима Буток - Песня волшебника

When from the fume
I start to get tired
Smile Your unfortunate -
It comes time to create.
I am a brush with wet paint,
I give you the truth to understand
I remind you of a fairy tale
About how to draw.
Draw. Remember that mystery
Store the envoys of Satan.
No matter how much you live
See joyful dreams,
And you will see once,
What a dream is not in vain,
What is really important to you
Lives inside yourself.
Drawing, do not believe anyone
Dream, people, full of growth,
Even under the fear of terrible death
Do not take everything seriously.
Drawing, remember that power
Give me those who love to live,
For the fact that she conquered
All you like to love.
Picture dreams and fairy tales,
Will fall guards from darkness,
Draw, do not spare paint,
Loose from prison!
Once, dreams and your peculiarity
Crequate once and forever
In one single reality
How not closed never.
No longer will be secret
What is your fate - Ecstasy himself,
Dream freely, live really,
And the fate of each of us.

May 12 - 13, 2011