Андрей Князев - Разрисованный Город - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

To the house of a local artist, from all surrounding streets,

The people fell!

Everyone shouted that the artist was a madman

And the disassembly is waiting for him!

He was discovered in his workshop.

I slept on the couch.

And people said, we need you!

Why did you paint ours at home?

Hello friends!

Why, tell me, get angry?

After all, our life is dreary without miracles!

Art will help you change!

Believe me, there would be only interest!

The artist certainly puzzled all.

"What kind of nonsense carries?"

The text is shabby to poke a finger at him!

"Let the cows graze!"

"We did not give permission for this!"

The people began to scream!

"What kind of liberty, what kind of self -expression?

You will answer! "

Hello friends!

Why, tell me, get angry?

After all, our life is dreary without miracles!

Art will help you change!

Believe me, there would be only interest!

"Are you a boyfriend? A disgrace! What a fucking or something? Look, what is being done! Have you painted my house? Did you paint everything, well, you need it! Well, you, damn it! Fir-fir trees! You look at me! Well-- CHAR TO WASE ALL! Quickly, I said! "

And people all disappeared without a trace,

Only night came, images of them

Inside the worlds of magic ones appeared,

Flapping on the walls of their houses!

Your houses!