Текст песни KRAVA - Фотограф

By means of flashlights, I kept emotions
Saw death and love, in equal proportions
Accumulated their feelings of others, in color pictures
Tearing away alive, buried in dreams
Watched life like a movie through the lens
Considered carefully, stopping individual moments
Delve into the essence as deep as possible
Saw cheating and something worse
I had power, stopped time
Let for moments, but closing the links turned out
Chains of the strongest matter
Like love, hate or even death
Or became eagerly alien photo albums
Enjoying what I saw in them
And I thought that I, not just a photographer
I'm an artist, and the camera with the film
This is canvas and brush, this is my divine gift
My talent that I distributed around
Without thinking or regretting anything, I gave moments
Stopping time, people, places, objects,
Or himself, with his touch,
petrified turning outcomes, sunsets into frames
Everything was in my pictures
But ... something was missing

At heart, in its dark corners
Important points, absorbs emptiness
She is like a piranha, bites right down
In a memory of feelings that cannot be returned

I was considered a genius
My contemporaries respected the people
And colleagues honored and there was not even a shadow of doubt
That no one owns a camera, no one is better than me
I opened galleries, did quite a few
But the feeling that something was missing, did not leave
Yes, I ruled time, but only seconds
And to get to the bottom of the matter, I spent my life
And in gray hair, a forgotten master of pictures
Among the dull ragged walls
Searched for flaws in my photos
And then it became asinous that there are no flaws
Perfect shadows on strangers
Open looks, everything is fine, everything was
In his miracle pictures, everything ... except himself

Privev: ...