Текст песни Новосельцев Олег - Автопортрет

(Sl: Ark. Sarlyk)

He began to write in his youth
Male self-portrait.
For seven days he looked in the mirror,
By directing a bright light.
For three years he was looking for an angle
And colors for the portrait
And did not let anyone near
To the easel.

I barely had time in the morning
He lift his eyelids,
How I rubbed my eyelid again
And corrected again.
He hoped so for centuries
Imprint your look ...
Winter gave way to spring
Snow is foliage.

And somewhere cities perished
And there was the ninth wave!
He counted the years by strokes
And he nodded to himself.
And twenty years, and thirty years -
And there is no similarity!
And now half a century has passed,
And the object began to melt.

He used his last strength to catch
Your escaping eye ...
The brush fell. He uttered:
Good this time! ..
And he grinned crookedly,
And immediately, as if on evil,
Between the reflection and the canvas
Suddenly the similarity increased.
The glass only separated them
Striking as steel ...
And smiling to himself
He began to move away ...

He began to write in his youth
Male self-portrait.
Dozens of years have come to naught
Darkened and bright light.
And everything looked after him,
Twisted and strange
Painting my own portrait
A huge country.