Текст песни Елизавета Постникова - Марго

The sky is shrouded in streams of dirty,
As if the artist got drunk in the morning.
Heavenly and gray are mixed up
Mixing paints is not a big problem.

The leaves have fallen in the picture opposite.
The expiration date is warm.
This landscape is both beautiful and ugly
The artist invented all this himself.

Take a new canvas with color watercolors.
Will open a bottle of young Chateau.
Say goodbye to a warm bed for a day,
In which he will leave the beauty Margot.

Will create, forgetting about her friend.
Will paint a picture! Masterpiece! Hooray!
He will be so busy in his leisure,
That he won't notice how the muse is gone.

Muse Margot left at dawn.
Disappeared. Lost. The artist regained his sight.
He invented a muse in creative delirium.
He realized it all when
sobered up.