Текст песни Юра Шатунов - Художник

In thin strokes, carefully pushing the clouds driveing ​​water I am busy today, I am an artist I draw 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 around the corner It’s too late and cold, well - you are hesitating the thin antennas trembling lanterns under their weight, they are bent in warming up in the kitchens, the townspeople hide in the sadness of deserted streets. The townspeople are hiding in the sadness of the deserted streets of the chop: this street, this house is a stop under the window. All the incarnation is I am late and cold around the corner, well, what do you slow down, I come up with, everything is on purpose that the winter laughs, and the autumn is crying, of course, of course, the sun in this world is all other than, of course, the sun in the morning only in this world is everything in this world Otherwise, a chorus: this is this street, this house is a stop under the very window all the incarnation is I am late and cold around the corner, well, well - you are hesitating