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Текст песни Jewel - Painters

Jewel - Painters слова песни


Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long age.
When she used color carelessly, painted his portrait
A thousand times-or maybe just his smile-
And she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go
`Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world.
Oil streaked daisies covered the living room wall
He put water-colored roses in her hair
He said, "Love, I love you, I want to give you mountains, the sunshine,
the sunset too
I want to give you everything as beautiful as you are to me
`Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world.
So they sat down and made a drawing of their love, an art to live by
They painted every, passion every home, created every beartiful child
in the winter they were weavers of warmth,
in summer they were carpenters of love
They thought blue prints were too sad so they made them yellow
`Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world.
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Until one day the rain fell as thick as black oil
And in her heart she knew something was wrong
She went running
through the orchard screaming,
`No God, don`t take him from me!,`
But by the time she got there, she feared he already had gone
She get to where he lay, water-colored roses in his hands
Love, I leave, but only a little, this world holds me stil
My body may die now, but these paintings are real.`
So many seasons came and many seasons went
and many times she saw her love`s face watering the flowers,
talking to the trees and singing to his children.
And when the wind blew, she knew he was listening,
and how he seemed to laugh along, and how he seemed to hold her
when she was crying
`Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves
A lovely world.
Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch
Watching the clouds roll by, they remind her of hear lover
how he left her and of times long ago, when she used to color carelessly,
Painted his portrait a thousand times, or maybe just his smile,
and she and her canvas would folow him wherever he would go
Yes, she and her canvas stil folow
Because they are painters and the are painting themselves
A lovely world.

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