Владимир Ланцберг - Художник
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Тонкими мазками, осторожно,
Раздуваю тучи, разгоняю воду.
Я сегодня занят, я художник.
Я рисую город, в непогоду.
Я сегодня занят, я художник.
Я рисую город, в непогоду.
Вот эта улица, вот этот дом,
Вот остановка под самым окном.
В сером плаще - это я за углом,
Поздно и холодно. Что ж ты медлишь?
Тонкие антенны задрожали,
Фонари под тяжестью дождя согнулись.
Греются на кухнях горожане,
Прячась от печали, стылых улиц.
Греются на кухнях горожане,
Прячась от печали, стылых улиц.
Вот эта улица, вот этот дом,
Вот остановка под самым окном.
Всё воплощении - это я за углом
Поздно и холодно, ну что ж ты медлишь?
Может, я придумал, все нарочно,
И зима смеется, а осень плачет.
Лучше бы, конечно, солнце утром,
Только в жизни все иначе.
Лучше бы, конечно, солнце утром,
Только в жизни всё иначе.
Вот эта улица, вот этот дом,
Вот остановка под самым окном.
Всё воплощении - это я за углом
Поздно и холодно, ну что ж ты медлишь?
Thin strokes, carefully,
I inflate the clouds, disperse the water.
I'm busy today, I'm an artist.
I draw the city, in bad weather.
I'm busy today, I'm an artist.
I draw the city, in bad weather.
Here is this street, this house,
Here is a stop under the very window.
In a gray cloak - this is me around the corner,
Late and cold. Why are you hesitating?
Thin antennas trembled,
The lanterns under the weight of the rain bent.
The townspeople are heated in the kitchens,
Hiding from sadness, splash streets.
The townspeople are heated in the kitchens,
Hiding from sadness, splash streets.
Here is this street, this house,
Here is a stop under the very window.
All incarnation is me around the corner
It's too late and cold, why are you hesitating?
Maybe I came up with everything, on purpose
And winter laughs, and autumn is crying.
It would be better, of course, the sun in the morning
Only in life everything is different.
It would be better, of course, the sun in the morning
Only in life everything is different.
Here is this street, this house,
Here is a stop under the very window.
All incarnation is me around the corner
It's too late and cold, why are you hesitating?
I inflate the clouds, disperse the water.
I'm busy today, I'm an artist.
I draw the city, in bad weather.
I'm busy today, I'm an artist.
I draw the city, in bad weather.
Here is this street, this house,
Here is a stop under the very window.
In a gray cloak - this is me around the corner,
Late and cold. Why are you hesitating?
Thin antennas trembled,
The lanterns under the weight of the rain bent.
The townspeople are heated in the kitchens,
Hiding from sadness, splash streets.
The townspeople are heated in the kitchens,
Hiding from sadness, splash streets.
Here is this street, this house,
Here is a stop under the very window.
All incarnation is me around the corner
It's too late and cold, why are you hesitating?
Maybe I came up with everything, on purpose
And winter laughs, and autumn is crying.
It would be better, of course, the sun in the morning
Only in life everything is different.
It would be better, of course, the sun in the morning
Only in life everything is different.
Here is this street, this house,
Here is a stop under the very window.
All incarnation is me around the corner
It's too late and cold, why are you hesitating?
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