With their paints they break the ice in our souls We study those paintings like some ancient scrolls Those paintings are bridges between them and you To show that you can make paintings too
Paintings appear in their imagination Paints are tears, they’re falling down Every brushstroke is a new beginning It helps their souls not to drown
In each new painting you seek for familiar things In each brushstroke you wanna see familiar lines You are afraid of everything new that life brings If you’re afraid to paint your life your soul will die It won’t live forever if you’re afraid of life
Paintings appear in your imagination Paints are tears, they’re falling down Every brushstroke is a new beginning It helps your soul not to drown
You’ve got the paints to make your life every day Without those paints your soul won’t survive