Текст песни: Pintor (Amo & Odium) + перевод

From the blue of my mind

The bright of my shadow

From the red I pine

I disturb all my sorrow

Yellow, Yallah, Hello

You steal gold for your benzo

You’re still old decrescendo

And pink is my new black

Raising like roses

White and full of noises

I don’t know where my choice is:

Enclose them with the dark of my nights

Or liberate them with the prose the light

I took a morning bath with Gabriele Münter

Kandinsky arrived, and said «Go on my nigga»

I see my trouble green, and renewal is pink

But if you don’t hear my scream

Would you think that I sink?

Would you be the bitch who blames but your bite is no pain

You’d better begin to bargain I see you brain is burden

I feel no pity you’re pathetic, prosaic misunderstand

Pragmatic is my complain, of course you know I can’t stand ya bitch

But I can steal your wish with my black brush

Colors are more relevant with that touch

Baby you see shit is never enough

I love the way you dance in my mind

I take my watches and eat them with anger

Time is enemy but Art is the savior

Canvas in my head, bad bitches in purple

Others in my bed and red like the Devil

I love your curves babe, driving me so evil

Look like a Demoiselle I ride you like Knievel

Painting is an Art, and the art in its whole

Is not a vain objects creation which get lost in the void

But it’s power which has a goal and must serve to the evolution

To the refinement of the human soul, to the moving of the Triangle

It is the language which speaks to the soul in its proper form

Of things which are the «daily bread"of the soul

And which it can receive only under this form

Understand the concept of love

Understand the concept of

Understand the concept

Understand the

(Hatred)

Frequently lost, but never dead

Black, white preeminent in my head

Somber, somber, somber, somber, see my face

Dolor, dolor, dolor, dolor, is the new dread

Baby, I want you so bad in my bed

Bipolar, yes you can say my love is insane

But the meaning of their life is the meaning of the end

And the meaning of our life is not waiting for heaven

Ha!

It’s so hard to love but fucking easy to hate

Bitch I don’t know how to love but I do know what to hate

I wonder if Pollock knew that he painted my race

In a crowd full of bitches baby I can see your face

Baby I can feel your face

Let me taste it how it tastes

Turn your red into scarlet

Explosive is the duet

Chérie, you’re ready to sweat?

You’re ready not to forget?

To make love with a poet

Pussy dry now pussy wet

You. Your pussy tastes like.

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