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Window

one.
In one distant, very old, unknown country
On our kind, vast, green land
Lived and there was a simple man, he lived quietly,
Sometimes I thought about something and wandered around the world in my thoughts.
He was an artist. But painted only on his window,
And every day he could see something new in him.
Yes, here is such a mystery. Before you go to sleep,
He loved to draw a dark night in his window,
Where there are many stars, and the Toliko Moon shines from above,
She alone gives heat, but still cold.
He painted dreams there, what he wanted to see at night,
He went to bed, snot and, as usual, grunted.
In the morning, waking up, he picked up a brush of ramps,
Well, now he painted his night sleep as soon as possible.
Yes, with light paint, in the morning the window usually covered,
Yellow sand and blue sky there he painted.
When I missed, his sky was in the clouds.
I also dreamed, and the rain was waiting for the moment in the sky,
To spill on the ground in a drawn window.
But sometimes he just thought about his beloved wife.
And on weekends, as usual, drunkards brought out with a brush,
And next to them he found himself, and also drank something,
Well, he was drunk, inadvertently spoke and nonsense,
Those who were on the hearing sang in drunk songs there.
He loved his ear, and his wife prepared her,
She was very beautiful, kind and modest.
And when he felt guilty in everything,
Then he painted the grate in his window. Well, then
He could sit for hours, think about something and stare
In this window, and from the pattern to bald.
So that in the evening, from boredom, not to reach out,
He painted a girl in the window, sometimes not one.
They quickly undressed there with a wave of their hands,
Lesbian caresses indulged in, riding from longing.
It happened that he himself was surprised from his drawings,
But what to do, he could not draw in any way.

Chorus:
Look at your life, at your window:
You brought yourself into it for a long time!
Who do you see yourself? What are you standing? Look,
You are standing by the window, like at the door.
You will see everything, life in your hands!
Something does not work? This is not a collapse!
Look at the sins, at the sins at your own,
You can't cover them, look! ..

2.
He lived in such drawings, and there to draw himself
The artist loved very much, what else can we tell us here?
He is in the window both the king and God, he does not care about everything around!
The vicious circle of desires sometimes brought a disease.
But in the window, he only fell out of good drawings.
For example, as if from the bandits he saved the beauty,
Or Babaus is very old and the place lost,
In a gorgeous wheelbarrow, he often went there - he loved it!
In general, died somewhere in forty with a brush by that window,
His son, well, his wife, remained to live after him.
She was left alone and began to miss her husband,
The son decided what to know the window. Besides
Maybe outside the window is more beautiful than on the window.
He secretly began to wash from his mother at night in the dark.
I took the solvent somewhere, began to remove the layer behind the layer
On the window, all someone’s faces, in general, are simple people.
Somehow everything was wrong there, as it should be,
And time has fifty, it cannot be stopped.
Everything was the other way around, and people walked their backs forward,
Aunts beat hooligans - this is a complete extravagance!
And the cops let everyone go, they ran away somewhere,
So that they are not caught, they do not bite their feet.
The girls got up and dressed from bed, left,
They brought longing, they did not like each other at all.
The planes flew right from the sea depths,
The old women were fixed in the trams of the young,
And the rains poured into the sky, disappearing there at all,
They didn’t drink alkashi vodka, they did not sing songs.
Soon the last layer that the kid on the window,
And behind him ... there is nothing, he dreamed of everything in a dream!

Chorus - 2 times.