Текст песни MC CT - Художник

Once upon a time there was a man sworn artist
Either it was a hell of a rich picture
Any sketch became his masterpiece
Every word he had other nerve

He seems to be seen what will happen in advance
He knew ahead of all that it is waiting for success
It faced a difficult work up a sweat
Draw a picture in which a minor note
And even show the face of good and evil
Where to present Jesus and Judas evil

His work, he stopped in the middle
He could not imagine the characters in this picture
It took him a while to find them
Deep night road halfway
He sees a man of his eyes shine
His gait and body as if the play.

Step by step, getting closer and closer
The artist looks
And it features Jesus finds.

That same night he asked the man in the studio
Adding that I have long been drawing a picture,
I needed a way similar to Jesus
And believe me you look like, I'm an artist good taste

Throughout the night and morning, he was trying to make sketches
And when ***** (not quite make out the words)
A little more strength and will
The painting expresses the feelings of joy and pain

Three years have passed much water has flowed
Ideas broke like shattered glass
His hurried can draw faster?

An empty space where there should be a villain Judas
The villain, villain, he repeated constantly
Then he noticed that behaves a little strange
All you need to walk a little bit is enough
I can not just take and surrender

He walked and thought meanwhile fingering prayer beads
He knew that he was like a sinking boat
And then his thoughts tore some cry
He turned to the old man lying in the gutter

The artist came to help him
The man said krehtya: & quot; Go away! & Quot;
Then he realized it's just a crazy hobo
He was disfigured as an old snag

And what is the artist's head turned
Just so long ago are now asleep woke up
In the face of the man he saw sin and shame

He realized that in front of him is Judas
She raised him and led to his home
Seated on a chair, and he barely barely alive

Most paint is likely to mix paints
A little more light and less evil weasel
Well that's all the picture is ready to be shown
And the one that whispered in his chair phrase

Lovely people, show that you draw
Well, not that Tom and you did stir up
O God, and goose bumps
The man's face was white and was stricter

Oh God how this could happen
Rather, pinch me dreaming
I saw, I saw this picture exactly
Some artist said it was urgent

He painted then I do not remember
I remember the poor and later became a vagabond freestyle
I remember the night you drew me to Jesus
What a lie that you are an artist good taste ...