Текст песни Weter - Жизнь на бумаге

Sky on whatman lay down in blue watercolor
Behind her, the river water is crystalline in her
Houses and roofs as if embroidered with flowers
Fields are embroidered with gold and the horizon later

She draws heat and does not draw frost
She paints cities but only joy in them
She draws people but does not draw superfluous
She lives by drawing what she breathes.

In her drawings are stars in her drawings of palm trees
She draws love, although she does not know
She draws the sea she draws faith
She draws goodness Although she doesn’t really believe

She paints her life in white and white
She paints with bright colors that she so wants to see
She does not want to live, she does not believe the word death
She draws until five she meets tomorrow

Autumn has come again to our city. She draws leaves.
She draws heaven and I write about her
She only believes in miracles. She does not believe in happiness.
She wanted to give it to her. She doesn’t believe me.

She sat remembering that bit of joy
In her eyes I saw weakness and a pulse in her chest
She wanted to tell me something but remembering the colors
She hugged me whisper go away

Sky on whatman lay down in blue watercolor
Behind her, the river water is crystalline in her
Houses and roofs as if embroidered with flowers
Fields are embroidered with gold and the horizon later

Sky on whatman lay down in blue watercolor
Behind her, the river water is crystalline in her
Houses and roofs as if embroidered with flowers
Fields embroidered with gold and gold

But what is it
Is it possible to live like this
God created you for good but placed you in a false world
Loggias jammed inside with paper
Weeks waited, time went on without adding faith
 
You went out onto the balcony, inhaling fresh air
You painted the ocean in it golden shoals
Visions your lord throw them on the walls
Going through the world you will forgive yourself but you will not forgive others

Among the steep cliffs of the mountains an oasis of beautiful days
 You draw crying breathing a little so that someone’s look was happy
You give away parts of your heart without understanding
Carefully gouache yellow finishing colors

A flare of flowers filled with virtual life
Her reality ran away taking away the year
Hurricane City forecasts bypassed
But at times I understood when I came to my senses

Then tearing paper broke with a bang of a brush
I wanted to quit drawing in life
She sat on the window and filled with pain
In the morning I went to the store and bought new ones.

She is not from this world, she is probably holy
I ask you to sit down with me at least a little talk
She is not from this world, she is probably holy
Drawing for me with a signature Natalia