пернатый.Zмей - Художник
текст песни

I am not fond of the East
To the west is indifferent too -

I just return to the origins,
Where beauty is deeper than the skin line.

I do not make the sky vanilla,
I draw as it is

I'll take only light colors
Spring will make me a palette

There is nothing to fiction-tumors
Real life is brighter than sleep

Not so clean hands
To set the monument to the time
Still the power of spiritual sound
Healing mental wounds

Among the symbols of this era
Do not find the joy of every day
I am not nourished by crumbs
Light and heat of living fire