КОЛОРИТ КУЛЬМАНА - Metapunk
текст песни

With bright colors
With a brush in my hand
I will write
In this language:
Leaves on a tree —
With green paint;
With brown paint —
Mountain slopes;
With orange paint —
Hot sun;
With different colors —
My house and window;
With yellow —
Ears
Of ripened grain;
With blue paint —
Transparent sky;
White dove —
I will leave white...
I will compose a whole story
from colors.
This story of mine
About happiness,
About peace
People will read
In every apartment.
It will touch the soul
Of any nation.
Colors do not require
Translation:
Russian, Belarusian
Japanese,
French
And Tajik —
Everyone will understand
Picturesque language!