Андрей Федосеев - 2. Художник
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Tonight should play cello
And the artist will begin to write this night is about
A yard appeared on the canvas, swing
Lanterns are, it seems, autumn, no, all the wrong

The yard is crossed out and no one
No longer fly from childhood to old age
And the girl looking out the window
So forever left without a face

Tonight should play cello
Without her, the artist can’t cope
Here the door appears on the canvas
Is she locked, what is behind her? Who cares?

The door is crossed out and on the other hand
Life will not appear anymore, everyone is used to
The artist kills worlds
Which simply does not allow them to arise

Behind the wall, the notes flowed with a stream, river
With a draft swept through the room in the window
The artist smiled - a friend came
I took a pencil - it will be a black and white night

White sky with black stars - night
Black Field is snow, winter
Track chain - someone is coming away
Maybe from an artist, maybe from himself

Circles, howls a snowstorm, brings traces
In the distance, fire was left by the window
The artist finished - he created the world
And then this world will live already by itself

Whether the nameless in the field will perish in the snow
What the past will come up with
He will do everything himself or in prayers
Will often appeal to the artist -

All in his hands