Текст песни Сергей Матвеенко - КРАСКИ ст.и муз. С.Матвеенко

Paints
He painted the landscape you a long time ago, narrowed his eyes, looking from a distance ...
It you drunk as wine, paint faded.
And it was spring - green meadows and starlings skvorchat brought.
And then let the snow blizzard, paint faded.
And maybe you clumsily painted,
But the figures you are friends addressed,
But here the incorruptible pencil will not sell ...
In two was an argument that there is a dispute, war, mountains powder plagued.
Reconcile them with gray paint faded.
The man was gone, and the wind behind him, covered his tracks in the dust.
Subsided the pain of mourning, the paint faded.
And maybe you clumsily painted,
But the figures you are friends addressed,
But here the incorruptible pencil will not sell ...
So the world, nothing is wasted and hot heart.
Give us another dawn, bright colors.
To love and to sing and feather caress, we beckon milky way.
Let not all given to find eternal ink.
And maybe you clumsily painted,
But the figures you are friends addressed,
But here the incorruptible pencil will not sell ...
He painted the landscape, and it was spring ...
In the two had a dispute ... so the world works.
Nothing is wasted.