Vitas-Blind Painter
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2001 concert:Blind Painter 盲眼的藝術家
Blind Artist (translated by Natalie))
He is so fatally lone like a sail on the sea
To be born blind - what a misfortune!
He never left his house for fear of falling
And still he didn't take offence at his fate
There was one consolation in his existence
Strange though it may seem, he found himself in painting
He painted still life and landscapes
Without even seeing his works
Having no idea of colour
The blind artist paints summer during a cold winter
The blind artist is unable to see paints
But all his pictures look like fairy-tales
His soul's cry was bursting out in his canvases
Everybody saw in them something personal and wondered
How one, unacquainted with love, could paint happiness
And put bloody hell next door to heaven
Having no idea of colour
The blind artist paints summer during a cold winter
The blind artist is unable to see paints
But all his pictures look like fairy-tales
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this is not a fake...apparentaly... copy and paste this to 14 ppl in the next 10 minutes and you WILL have the best day of ur life 2morow. You're number one love will either KISS u, ask u out, or call u. if u break this chain the little from the ring will be in ur room 2nite no send backs
and of course I understood the chineese.... sarcastic.
Wow thats a high range...
vitas ist latvian or somethin half russian
On p
lol
He is a very special artist and do very good work...
Many thanks
The lyrics:(1)
Blind Artist
He is so fatally lone like a sail on the sea
To be born blind - what a misfortune!
He never left his house for fear of falling
And still he didn't take offence at his fate
There was one consolation in his existence
Strange though it may seem, he found himself in painting
He painted still life and landscapes
Without even seeing his works
Having no idea of colour
The blind artist paints summer during a cold winter
The blind artist is unable to see paints
But all his pictures look like fairy-tales
His soul's cry was bursting out in his canvases
Everybody saw in them something personal and wondered
How one, unacquainted with love, could paint happiness
And put bloody hell next door to heaven
Having no idea of colour
The blind artist paints summer during a cold winter
The blind artist is unable to see paints
But all his pictures look like fairy-tales
YOU WISH TATAR FAGGOT!
"Blind Artist" would be more appropriate translation.