Lyrics Дворовый Кот - Голодный художник

AGAIN BRUSH IN HANDS WAVE SWEARS ON CANVAS
WASHED PALETTE OF TARE WITH WATER ON THE WINDOW
IN HER REFLECTION OF LIGHT OF BURNING CANDLES
PICTURE WILL RESPOND HOW MUCH SPEND NIGHTS
WHY SO MUCH BLACK YES AND AT ALL DAMN
TAKE AN ORDER LIVES BEATTED ABOUT MORTGAGE IN Vain
THOUGHT IT AND ADDED RED
DUNUL HOW SUDDENLY LIVING OIL ON CANVAS
HE BROUGHT HIMSELF STRONGEST AND IMPAIRED
IN order to see in Java that came only in the dream
HEATED A HEART AND PAINT ALL WRITTEN BY YOURSELF
Until the artist could not believe his eyes
IMAGES DETAILS ALL REFLECTED HIS WRITING
FROM LINES IN SUNSET TO HALF TONS AND DOTS
SILENT NIGHT BEAR SILENCE THAT HOUR
A MIRACLE BETWEEN A MAN WITH A DREAM

DON'T DRINK ILLUSION ARTIST LEAD YOU A DUTY
AND THE OZNICIAN OF HIS GIFT OR HOMELESS

MORNING CAPTURED BY ITS LIVING ROOM
THE SUN lifted the eyelids and the body without power
FIRST THOUGHTS TO SELL A WRITTEN PICTURE
CRAWLED AS HERE THE THROUGH DIPPED IN A WALL
INSTEAD OF THE MANORING LAUGHTER SMOOTHING CANVAS
INSTEAD OF ITS NEIGHBORHOOD WHITE SHADOW
BES HAS DRAGED HIS DESTINY BY FORK IN AN ANGLE
HE MISSED THE STEP BY THE WINDOW AND DIED

BETTER DO NOT JUMP BEFORE THE OLD DAD INTO HEAT
THINK OF FEATURES MANNERY YOU ARE NOT THE FIRST
BAZARISH NELY HERE TYPE YARD BOARD
YOU READ NERVOUSLY THE DIGGER BUT YOU ARE BATTERED
YOU SEE YOURSELF LOST AMONG THE STOCK
I FROM STAH UNCLE HERE ASKED BY YOU LOOK
YOU ARE HUNGER YOU WILL HAVE HOW TO PIP THROUGH A PIPE
GAME OVER MEN THIRD DANCES TO MY PIPE