AXIS - Краска из ран - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Yes, didn’t you think your dear artist? He is no more Now the pain is speaking The anger is speaking Shut up and listen This is the paint from the wounds They are saying Relax, accept it as it is!Draw something cute to make your heart happy!But my palette is a pain that sharpens the cerebellum, I mix paint with blood and salt - here is the recipe!My cracks are not a flaw, they are strokes on the canvas, Each pieced outfit is part of new textures, look!I'm not one of those gentlemen who paint sunsets in a gilded frame, My style is graffiti on the walls of your old temple!I am a vandal in this temple of decency, I am tearing off the plaster of lies, My art is a riot, while you are here chewing yours!Do you want smooth lines?Go to other packs!I turn a scar into a masterpiece, I turn pain into a manifesto, into an exhibition!You hide your wounds, and I post mine, I post a review, You are cheap positive, I am an honest, bitter conversation!I despise your art with its sterile, dead disposition, Where there is not a drop of truth, not a grain of life, just an illusion!This paint is from wounds! This color is from the depths!I don't hide scars, I elevate them!every drop is a smear!Every breath is a brush!In this hell, in this scream, life is born!See that purple tone?It's not carmine, damn it!It was me who dashed my hopes on the wall, look!And this dirty gray one? These are the ashes from the letters that I burned, This is the dust from the road that led me to a cliff, a lesson!I don’t take paints from tubes bought at a hobby store. My materials are myself, my falls, my evil goiters!Do you buy emotions in jars? Ha!This is pathetic and funny!I extract my emotions with a fight, from under my nails, from the very insides!I am the alchemist of my pain!I turn dirt into gold!You are the user, you are the spectators, and I am both the creator and the worker!So don't touch your hands! Don't dare give your advice!You don't understand the process, you didn't pay this price!You are on the wrong planet!This paint is from wounds! This color is from the depths!I don't hide scars, I elevate them!every drop is a smear!Every breath is a brush!In this hell, in this scream, life is born!You are afraid to look What you see in this yourself You are afraid of this truth And I live in it And I will make art out of it Until you turn away Until you feel embarrassed This is true beauty Born from ugliness CR-SKA-IZ-RA-A-A-AN!