Текст песни Андрей Картавцев - Художник

Thin strokes, gently
Pushing the clouds sleeves water
Today I am busy, I am an artist
I paint the city in bad weather
Today I am busy, I am an artist
I paint the city in bad weather

Chorus:
Here is the street, that's the house
Here stop under the window
All this incarnation I was around the corner
Late and cold, what - did you tarry

The thin antenna quivered
Flashlights bent under the weight of its
Bask in the kitchens of the townspeople
Hidden in sorrow deserted streets
Bask in the kitchens of the townspeople
Hidden in sorrow deserted streets

Chorus:
Here is the street, that's the house
Here stop under the window
All this incarnation I was around the corner
Late and cold, what - did you tarry

Can I come up with, all purpose
With winter laughs and cries fall
It would be better of course in the morning sun
Only in this world everything is different
It would be better of course in the morning sun
Only in this world everything is different

Chorus:
Here is the street, that's the house
Here stop under the window
All this incarnation I was around the corner
Late and cold, what - did you tarry