An Artist of the Rust

You have become an artist of the rust.
You draw at first, but also draw at last
Like people live in hurry, breath with dust.
You’re perfect master and you work so fast.
Spread after spread, you are becoming stale.
Your painting it’s the one you’re making well.
You’re deaf and dumb, who something cannot tell,
But with such eyesight, that can look in hell…

(Chorus)

City bustle and noise of roads –
Symphony of ruin art,
If your soul and thoughts are rot –
It’s your symphony The Saprogenic Heart…

You’re almost dead-man, but what have you done?
You nothing wished and didn’t love someone.
You drew the world of career growth and run,
And now you’re part of this haste. Isn’t it fun?
Your linen has no end, you’re so surprised,
You see: “No exit” and you call to Christ…
You have to draw yourself if you’re still wise,
And you’ll, with clear conscience, close your eyes…

(Chorus)

City bustle and noise of roads –
Symphony of ruin art,
When your soul and thoughts are rot –
It’s your symphony The Saprogenic Heart…