Текст песни 9-й район - Художник и музыкант

Argued the young artist, arguing old musician
What is important is that more expensive that in return, just like that.
& Quot; I am now & quot ;, - the artist said, & quot; white light on the glass
Draw me not difficult, all that I want you.
Seven colors - not too much, is not available in a rainbow of other
Look, do not touch the hand that I made of them.
I'll draw a picture on an old bar new
And learn my name and forget about the other & quot;

& Quot; You must understand, my friend, an artist, I, too, is not rich
I have seven notes, no more - is responsible musician.
I will sing, and you hear about love and Friends
Maybe I'm not the best - but the truth is, in my words
After all, we have one road - someone blind and someone sighted
Who took a bit of life who get tired of luck
Stars in the sky a lot, but not all gather
Be true to its way - grow up, then you will understand

And just only in the morning - do not be sad for the road
Someone remembers the evening sparingly and could not understand anything
Only the artist realized a lot and a little wiser
He went on his way, the musician went on his