Текст песни Дворовый Кот - Голодный художник

Again the brush in the hands of the waist of the smear on the canvas
Blurry palette with water with water on the window
In it, the reflection of the lights of the burning candles
Picture will answer the answer how much spent nights
Why so much black and indeed damn
Take the order after all was fought about the mortgage
He thought and added red
Doded how suddenly the oil came to life on canvas
He pinched himself stronger and numb
So that I saw on Java what came only in a dream
The heart was pounded and the paints wrote everything themselves
While the artist could not believe her eyes
Images details all reflected his handwriting
From lines in sunset to halftone and points
Night silently accompanied the silence that hour
Miracle brought together a man with a dream

Don't fuck an artist after all you are a debtor
And the prisoner of his gift either

Morning overtook his living
The sun raised the eyelids and body without power
The first thoughts sell a written miracle picture
Crashed as immediately abandoned in the wall
Instead of estates, laugh the smooth
Instead of its environs White Pelona
The deva drove his fate to the corner
He opposed the window and died

Better not jump in front of the bat in the hell
Throw the feathers of the manner you're not the first
Banish badly here typey yard blurred
Read nervously, but you are caught for the broom
You yourself see lost among herd
I will ask you from a flock to look
You will be hungry for having porridge through the tube
Game Over Men Three Pooks Under My Dudka