Текст песни Чили и Гоша Куценко - бедный художник

Whitens poor artist canvas,
And the river Neva in the morning reduces bridges ...
In the courtyard buzzes kids, maybe it will rain,
I spite without an umbrella.
How would I find in this world is it,
And do not lose that difficult More,
Life would have to live with it until the end of days ...
More complicated.

Chorus:
Day, night, anyway,
Black-and-white movie.
Hello how are you?
... And again fled.
Day night, how are you?
Maybe all the same is not in vain in syllables,
Good tales we read as a child?

People running in the distillation,
Bute of glass-as moths in the dark,
Somewhere in traffic sleeping in reality,
Maybe we are in fact going to rain umbrella to anything ...
How would I find in this world of him?
And do not lose that difficult More ...
Life is to live with him until the end of days.
More complicated.

Chorus:
Day, night, anyway,
Black-and-white movie.
Hello how are you?
... And again fled.
Day night, how are you?
Maybe all the same is not in vain in syllables,
Good tales we read as a child?

Do not let me go...