When you lie down, do you think of the goddess, creating the skies of night? Closing your eyes, can you still see her picture, drawn since the dawn of the time?
(Chorus:) The artist, the painter, our creator, she knows no sleep, nor rest. The giver, the taker, the art and the maker, breathing the life in you!
The yield of her tears, the fruits of her pain - we grow by the will of her hand! If not for the brush, we'd know nothing but grey, no matter, no colour, no sceWhen you lie down, do you think of the goddess, creating the skies of night? Closing your eyes, can you still see her picture, drawn since the dawn of the time?
(Chorus:) The artist, the painter, our creator, she knows no sleep, nor rest. The giver, the taker, the art and the maker, breathing the life in you!
The yield of her tears, the fruits of her pain - we grow by the will of her hand! If not for the brush, we'd know nothing but grey, no matter, no colour, no scent!nt!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
