Факто-2 - Окна
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Once in a very old unknown country
On our good immense green land
Lived and there was a man simple quietly lived
Something I thought sometimes and wandered around the world in my thoughts
He was an artist and painted only on his window
And every day he could see something new in him
Yes, here is such a mystery before you go to sleep
He loved to draw a dark night in his window
Where there are many stars and only the moon shines in the sky
She alone gives heat, but still also cold
There, the dreams painted that he wanted to see at night
Went to bed a snot and as usual grunted
In the morning waking up, he picked up a brush of ramps
And he painted his night sleep as soon as possible
Yes, the window usually covered the window with light paint
Yellow sand and blue sky there he painted
When I was bored, then his sky was in the clouds
He also dreamed and rain was waiting for a moment in heaven
To spill on the ground in a drawn window
Sometimes he just thought about his beloved wife
the weekend, as usual, drunklings with a brush took
I found himself next to them and also drank something
Well, he was drunkenly spoke of and nonsense
Drunk songs sang there those who were heard
The ear was loved by his wife was prepared by his wife
She was very beautiful and modest
And when he felt guilty in everything
Risov lattice in his window, and then
He could sit for hours to think and look
In this window and from the drawings could bald
I billed so as not to stretch out in the evening
He painted in the window the girl sometimes and not one
They quickly undressed there with a moment of their hands
Lizbian caresses were given to get rid of longing
He himself was surprised from the drawings of his
Well, what to do, he could not draw in any way


Look at your window on your window
You outlined yourself in it for a long time
Who do you see yourself that you are standing look
You are standing by the window like at the door
You will see your whole life in your hands
Something does not work out is not a collapse
Look at sins at your sins at your
You can't smear them

In such drawings, he lived and draw himself there
The artist loved what else to tell us here
He is in the window and the king and God does not care about everything around
The vicious circle of desires sometimes made a disease
But in the window he only frightened good drawings
As if from the bandits saved the beauty
Or a very old place gave way to granny
In a gorgeous wheelbarrow, he often traveled there, he loved it
In general, he died somewhere in forty with a brush by that window
His son and wife remained to live after him
She was left alone and began to miss her husband
The son decided what to find out the window.
Maybe outside the window is more beautiful than on the window
He began to wash his mother secret from his mother at night in the dark
The sprinkler took a layer to remove the layer behind the layer
On the window, everything is whose people in the common people are simple
Only it was wrong there should be
Time fifs back to not stop him
Everything was the other way around people walked back forward
Aunts beat hooligans, this is complete madman