Текст песни Спирит - Художник

Spirit - Artist

Draw me the city.
Draw it in the window,
Draw a smile
in multi-colored glasses,

I will rush quietly
after a light morning
And painted roof
 gentle mother of pearl.

Take a break from affairs
routine and worries,
I learn to walk
by your pictures,
Mortars and implicate
 at every rustle,
if only you will draw a city ...

Draw, if you want,
Your canvas - my skin.
Write carefully ..
You - God, my artist ...

Draw me the sky,
that you dream of,
Draw me a bird in it
and I was like a bird.

I will leave the bottom of everything,
that gnaws at the soul
And step off the ledge
vzlechu and perhaps

Take a break from affairs
routine and worries,
I learn to walk
by your pictures,
And then uparhnu
after the stellar dust,
if only you will draw wings

Draw, if you want,
Your canvas - my skin.
Write carefully ..
You - God, my artist ...