Holodnoe Plamia - Художница и музыкант - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

1 verse:

Changing the colors of life with strokes on the canvas fascinated his legs

But he chose one

It is the one that is easier to breathe

And know this is his music

Where can she draw

In their manners are different but still

She painted the paintings, he made air from notes so that only for her

But she is for everyone

And people often doubted:

"What is their success?"

“They don't understand us,” he whispered in his ear

Pouring the heart of the heart

Closing tightly to the castle

From unauthorized persons and windows

Where the yield can read a couple of lines like the sky and the stars can compare them

And if you erase from memory

I could not forget them:

The one that is looking for his paintings in being that he loves her with a simple name

Chorus:

He could look at her for hours without hiding his eyes

Whether she loved thought he admired her

They have their own talent

She is an artist he is a musician (2 p)

2 verse:

Here the picture is finished

The song of the bonfire

Love passed by

Having crossed out easily

That cheerful motive

Now it sounds dull

But as before is beautiful

Although nearby, but far from the merger of the strange colors and notes in the text is not Jesse King and he is not Beethoven, but as the author I am completely calm for them

In the palette, other colors of the guests are involved in their lives are easily not joking

Playing shades of colors

Shadow and light of the melody, there is no place for minor plots

Sees in notes pictures hears poetry sketches in a notebook you add a hit

The violin key began for him

"Musician and artist bitch"- he whispered

Chorus:

He could look at her for hours without hiding his eyes

Whether she loved thought he admired her

They have their own talent

She is an artist he is a musician (2 p)