Юра Шатунов - Художник - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In thin strokes, carefully pushing the clouds driveing water, I am busy today, I am drawing a city in bad weather I am busy today, I am an artist, I draw a city in bad weather: this street, this house is a stop under the window all the embodiment, I am late and cold around the corner, well, so - you are hesitating the thin antennaries, the lights were bent under their weights. The townspeople are hiding in the sadness of deserted streets in the sorrows of the cuisines in the sadness of the deserted streets of the chorus: this street, this house is a stop under the very window all the embodiment I am late and cold around the corner, well, what can I come up with, everything is deliberately laughing, and it would be better to cry in this world, it would be better in this world in this world only in this world only in this world only in this world. This street, this house here is a stop under the very window all the embodiment I am around the corner late and cold, well, well - you are hesitating