Текст песни Валерий Леонтьев-студийка - Художник

It takes an artist paints,
Takes artist brush
And disappear masks
And it appears the person
And a look at the picture
Another store carelessness,
But in the frame above the fireplace
The artist will stick forever.

Tramps and poets?
It has long disappeared somewhere,
But contrary to the story
Looking at the portraits on the walls.
And all the characters are alive,
And the young, as before,
Driven by destiny,
Stored hope.

Chorus:
Time is running out, taking and dreams, and love,
But the artist easel stands
And behind him, standing up on the gritty again
The artist takes his hand.

Flashes gilding
Hang pictures in frames,
Paintings like windows
In exile
Keeping secrets
Easily become difficult,
And on the boundary of light
We all waved artist