Текст песни ЧиФ - внутренний мир художника

than breathing roof, we will hear once
and namalyuem on the canvas like a herd of wolves running
like crows from the roof broke down and rush to padol
do not fall! Close your ears. Dogs already pitted against
we draw life that gray wolves,
bared teeth ... it does not help, then ...
but we are children of the flock, we are sons poisoned dush,
the music of streets, what falls to the canvas through the soul
circles under the eyes, the portrait of death,
it's like we - flash, our bodies - ashes.
bared eyes painted wolf,
on a black background, they do not care about such as we - mosquitoes
Our life does not mean anything,
there will be only after the death of our canvas.
and let them think for themselves who will look at it,
that drew the artist ... God !!!

one will burn in the fragments of life .. ..
will remain only on the canvas ... someone's soul ..