Новый Город - Айгенграу
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I drew my uneven path
A trace on the paper, the crookedness of the pen
And staring intently, I don't see the essence
All my colors are "eigengrau" colors
I searched within - I asked for advice
The answer is in my field of vision
With every line, a new one on the sheet
I didn't change this emptiness on it!

A rare gift, the world of dreams
To see the day, all the colors
The bitter taste of cigarettes
I'm looking for a fresh color
I scribbled and spilled
Without understanding the color of the ink
Everything that comes from under the pen
The colors of "eigengrau"

Visual noise, more every day
We are deceived - we watch each other
The ubiquitous storm of virtual thoughts
As if our vision can no longer be saved
And having seen the day, we don't look for color
He who couldn't feel it by touch is simply blind
Gong, a new round, like a single repetition
The colors of eigengrau, even the tricolor

A rare gift, the world of dreams
To see the day, all the colors
The bitter taste of cigarettes
I'm looking, but again nothing
I scribbled and spilled
Without understanding the color of the ink
Everything that comes from under the pen
The colors of "eigengrau"

Eigengrau
Eigengrau
Eigengrau
Eigengrau

A rare gift, the world of dreams
To see the day, all the colors
The bitter taste of cigarettes
A new stroke, but again nothing
I scribbled and spilled
Without understanding the color of the ink
Everything that comes from under the pen
The colors of "eigengrau"
Eigengrau
Eigengrau