Текст песни
You are a painting I can never finish,
Every stroke a memory, each color an echo of your face.
In a gallery of empty days you are the only light;
Even when the lamps go dim, I still see your silhouette.
Time erases details, but cannot touch the warmth,
I keep this image safe, like the most fragile glass.
Let the canvas fade, but let the feelings stay,
We will remain in these colors, in the lines of our days.
No words are needed when the brush itself gives the answer:
You are my finest painting, my quietest dawn.
Rain beats on the roofs, the city washes away other names,
I keep turning through old photos of where we once were.
There were no fears then, only the simple “us,”
And I believe somewhere ahead the lights will glow again.
Let the canvas fade, but let the feelings stay,
We will remain in these colors, in the lines of our days.
No words are needed when the brush itself gives the answer:
You are my finest painting, my quietest dawn.
Even if the colors dull and the canvas suddenly cracks,
I’ll paint you once more, even if the world becomes a gray circle.
For love is not about hanging forever on a wall;
It’s how the heart remembers, even in complete darkness.
