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Museum (Art Gallery)

Which painting do you like?
Do you like the prettiest and most colorful ones?
Bashfully, you can't keep your eyes off the scarlet colored paints
 
I don't notice this kind of painting
I don't notice paintings that make me feel like I'm floating
To be honest, I don't know one thing about art
I'll be outside, look at it more
 
I always have many angles
And you have many round colorful ones too
The pretty child(1) who's a bit sad
He feels down because of me
He's looking at the painting with tears in his eyes
 
I like pretty paintings
I don't notice the dark and painful ones
I like stories about the lover of the artist
It's romantic
 
Why does that painting of a tree look so painful?
Is it because our lives hurt too?
We'll hang it up later
 
I always have many angles
And you have many round colorful ones too
The pretty child who's a bit sad
He's hurt because of me
He leaves and walks into the street with tears in his eyes
 
Where do we come from?
Maybe this paintbrush knows
If we keep on painting
It's already spreading, spreading, spreading, spreading
It's a boring day
 
I always have many angles
And you have many round colorful ones too
The pretty child who's a bit sad
He feels down because of me
He's looking at the painting with tears in his eyes
 

In buzunarul tau

Oh, aceasta mica usa conduce direct catre sufletul meu
Oh acest mic trandafir a luat o supradoza
Il pastrezi inghetat in buzunarul tau sa iti aminteasca
De un loc frumos
De toata zilele insorite cand nu ne-a trecut prin cap sa zicem ca...
 
Timpul este un bulevard pe care mergem dupa lasarea intunericului
Uitandu-ne la scanteile subtiri care cad din mana fumatorilor
Cand stau in colturile spunandu-le tutror fostilor iubiti sa se duca naibii
 
Hey, iti este inca frica sa iesi si sa te joci
In timp ce continua sa iti ploua in buzunarul tau ca sa iti amintesti
De toate lucrurile frumoase
De toate verighetele care s-au topit in cuptorul...
 
Timpul este un bulevard pe care mergem dupa lasarea intunericului
Uitandu-ne la scanteile subtiri care cad din mana fumatorilor
Cand stau in colturile spunandu-le tutror fostilor iubiti sa se duca naibii
 
Si este atat de real
Tot ce simtim
Poate nu e mare lucru
Eu continui sa ingenunchiez in buzunarul tau ca sa iti amintesc
De un loc frumos
De o fata Frumoasa
De un frumos
De un timp frumos
 
Timpul este un bulevard pe care mergem dupa lasarea intunericului
Uitandu-ne la scanteile subtiri care cad din mana fumatorilor
Cand stau in colturile spunandu-le tutror fostilor iubiti sa se duca naibii