Lyrics ITM - Слепой Художник
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Припев
Слепой художник, один в пустой квартире,
Слепой художник, рисует наугад картины,
Слепой художник, никогда не видел мир красивым,
Для него туман в глазах и ветер слышен. (х2)
1 куплет
Живёт один в квартире, рисует картины,
В глазах туман, он никогда не видел мир красивым,
Воспоминания, ослеп осколками от взрыва,
На войне выживали, до последнего старались,
Воевали до конца ведь, с пацанами, подрывались,
Улетали, оставались, уезжали но пытались,
Как мне жаль что всё взорвалось, оно забыто,
Теперь картины рисую, на память всё что было.
Припев
Слепой художник, один в пустой квартире,
Слепой художник, рисует наугад картины,
Слепой художник, никогда не видел мир красивым,
Для него туман в глазах и ветер слышен. (х2)
2 куплет
Теперь один он, теперь забыты картины,
Осталась только память, и только честь убитая,
Да разгорится знамя, и востановяться силы,
Что бы он смог, открыть глаза и посмотреть на мир этот,
Взглянуть туда, где не было его никогда,
На небе загорит звезда, исполниться желание,
Ему вернут глаза, те кто на небесах, люди, те что не видя глаза.
Припев
Слепой художник, один в пустой квартире,
Слепой художник, рисует наугад картины,
Слепой художник, никогда не видел мир красивым,
Для него туман в глазах и ветер слышен. (х2)
Chorus
Blind artist, alone in an empty apartment,
A blind artist draws pictures at random,
Blind artist, never saw the world as beautiful,
For him, there is fog in his eyes and the wind can be heard. (x2)
1 verse
Lives alone in an apartment, draws pictures,
There is fog in his eyes, he has never seen the world as beautiful,
Memories, blinded by shrapnel from the explosion,
They survived the war, they tried to the last,
They fought to the end, with the boys, they were blown up,
They flew away, stayed, left but tried,
How sorry I am that everything exploded, it was forgotten,
Now I draw pictures, to remember everything that happened.
Chorus
Blind artist, alone in an empty apartment,
A blind artist draws pictures at random,
Blind artist, never saw the world as beautiful,
For him, there is fog in his eyes and the wind can be heard. (x2)
Verse 2
Now he is alone, now the pictures are forgotten,
Only memory remains, and only honor is killed,
Let the banner flare up and strength be restored,
So that he could open his eyes and look at this world,
To look where he has never been,
A star will light up in the sky, your wish will come true,
His eyes will be returned to him by those who are in heaven, by people who cannot see their eyes.
Chorus
Blind artist, alone in an empty apartment,
A blind artist draws pictures at random,
Blind artist, never saw the world as beautiful,
For him, there is fog in his eyes and the wind can be heard. (x2)
Blind artist, alone in an empty apartment,
A blind artist draws pictures at random,
Blind artist, never saw the world as beautiful,
For him, there is fog in his eyes and the wind can be heard. (x2)
1 verse
Lives alone in an apartment, draws pictures,
There is fog in his eyes, he has never seen the world as beautiful,
Memories, blinded by shrapnel from the explosion,
They survived the war, they tried to the last,
They fought to the end, with the boys, they were blown up,
They flew away, stayed, left but tried,
How sorry I am that everything exploded, it was forgotten,
Now I draw pictures, to remember everything that happened.
Chorus
Blind artist, alone in an empty apartment,
A blind artist draws pictures at random,
Blind artist, never saw the world as beautiful,
For him, there is fog in his eyes and the wind can be heard. (x2)
Verse 2
Now he is alone, now the pictures are forgotten,
Only memory remains, and only honor is killed,
Let the banner flare up and strength be restored,
So that he could open his eyes and look at this world,
To look where he has never been,
A star will light up in the sky, your wish will come true,
His eyes will be returned to him by those who are in heaven, by people who cannot see their eyes.
Chorus
Blind artist, alone in an empty apartment,
A blind artist draws pictures at random,
Blind artist, never saw the world as beautiful,
For him, there is fog in his eyes and the wind can be heard. (x2)