Be my sense
I paint the yellow lizards, snakes pink
Crazy clouds in them singing sirens
Outside, the sky becomes darker
But the sky in my hands, the smooth surface of the walls
These mountains, these rivers, ice-covered
I called them in your honor, the sky is a snowstorm closed
Red-hot sun comes out then
There will be flowers and woods, is about to begin in April
Please be mine, please, be my sense
We're alone on the whole earth, in the heart of my paintings
The whole world was invented, a world of invented truths
I need your warmth, I want to be the meaning of your
Outside, someone cries, someone called
Hurried someone steps, the rain as the rustle of pages
I draw a bright festive fireworks
Flowers, balloons and flags, thousands of happy people
Please be mine, please, be my sense
We're alone on the whole earth, in the heart of my paintings
The whole world was invented, a world of invented truths
I need your warmth, I want to be the meaning of your
Outside, someone cries, someone called
Hurried someone steps, the rain as the rustle of pages
Without you, my entire work meaningless
Music and poetry, rain and birdsong
Please be mine, please, be my sense
We're alone on the whole earth, in the heart of my paintings
The whole world was invented, a world of invented truths
I need your warmth, I want to be your meaning.
