Текст песни OA Mayer - Художник жизни

Where I am ?
Calm down you in your sleep ...
Who are you ? Why am I here to see prices?
Who am I?
I do not understand anything….
In a short time you will understand everything ... ..
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My life is like a source of the river
There is a beginning and an end of the road
Do not fold, I will go, I can not change
Gradually going into the ocean of fate
And what we were, just forgotten,
Who ruined or just
And so fond of, many if released
Understanding neither what they wanted to live
It is time, I found myself where that
Day from the date of this dream hurts me
Do not disassemble the eyes and not see at night
The feeling is that I sleep
Do not get out of the maze wandering the aisles
How to find a thread that will serve as outputs
Navigator has long broken and nothing it does not help
Maybe we can still get out there somewhere ...
Chorus
The artist painted the abyss,
Filled full continuous darkness,
To climb to the heights of his life hold
not only Tear it is so important
The artist painted the abyss,
Filled full continuous darkness,
To climb to the heights of his life hold
just do not Tear down, you need it
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There is no sense to look there for a century can be an abyss,
A wave of the hand, it can change everything
Bitterly cold time flies
without seeing a white light, carrying the burden of an outcast
After enduring so much suffering, death restrain plow
All it freezes in the circle and hear the sound of the heart
Long ago, his soul has exhausted itself
Going against the will of creating a single leash mountain
Leaf Leaf by leaf, taking his hand
His blind eyes causing disasters
Deputy of the although not destroying canvases
Cusco collecting new picture of life
Playing cat and mouse causing suffering
I could not breathe and where to go
And here again, he turns back the clock
understanding the outcome of the battle starts to shiver
Chorus
The artist painted the abyss,
Filled full continuous darkness,
To climb to the heights of his life hold
not only Tear it is so important
The artist painted the abyss,
Filled full continuous darkness,
To climb to the heights of his life hold
just do not Tear down, you need it
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Looking straight at me and said quietly
Look what I created it for you
trembling lips clearly saying,
I dare answer him flying words
I myself can and will build your creation
the only artist of his life, I
I do not need your sketches false
I am shocked by your product
And before he could tell, it's not because something went
Enough time has passed that happened to him.
Beat in nov cheek, he continues to paint
on his canvas, erasing all you need to know
vice delirium confessions not find faces
its existence and whose creation
the Force limitless knowledge that message
One vocation mirocsozdanie

Everything is clear ... do not you need my help