Дворовый Кот - Голодный художник
текст песни

Again the brush in the hands of the waist of the smear on the canvas
Blurry palette with water with water on the window
There is a reflection of the lights of burning candles
The picture will answer the answer how much spent nights
Why so much black and indeed damn
Take the order after all was fought about the mortgage
He thought and added red
Doded how suddenly the oil came to life on canvas
He pinned himself stronger and numb
So that I saw on Java what came only in a dream
The heart was pounded and everything wrote paints themselves
While the artist could not believe the eyes
Images details all reflected his handwriting
From lines in sunset to halftone and points
Night silently accompanied the silence of that hour
Miracle closer to a man with a dream

Don't fuck an artist after all you are a debtor
And prisoner of his gift either

Morning overtook his living
The sun raised the eyelids and body without power
The first thoughts sell a written miracle picture
Crashed as immediately abandoned in the wall
Instead of estates, laugh the smooth
Instead of its environs White Pelona
The deva drove his fate to the corner
He opposed the window and died

Better not jump before dating in a bit
Throw the feathers of the manner you are not the first
Banish badly here Typio yard blurred
You read nervously spit but you are caught for the broom
You yourself see lost among herd
I will ask you from a flock
You will be hungry for having porridge through the tube
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