Девятый район - Художник и Музыкант
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The young artist argued
The old musician argued
Which is more important, which is more expensive
What's in substitutions, just like that.
I said the artist now
White light on glass
I'll draw it not difficult for me
All you want

There are not so many seven colors
There are no others in the rainbow
Look, don't touch your hand
What did I do of them
I'm in an old picture
I will draw a new stroke
And mine will recognize the name
And forget about others

You understand my friend artist
I'm not rich either
I have seven notes no more
The musician answers
I will sing, and you listen
About love and friends
Maybe I'm not the best
But the truth is in my words

After all, we have one road
Someone is blind, and someone is sight
Who did not take a lot from life
Who will get tired of luck
There are a lot of stars in the sky
Only everyone will not be collected
Baul for your own way
You grow up - then you will understand

And they said goodbye only in the morning
Without sad
Someone remembers the evening vaguely
And could not understand anything
Only the artist understood a lot
And he became a little wise
He went his way
The musician went his own