Dis Pater - The Painter lyrics

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From the beginning to the end of his life Poetry on canvas was what for he stride He always kept silent Always delayed With eyes of a Virgin, the skin of a child In fancy he saw he did exploits, he fought Locked up in fancy He spat on success Centuries flowed, he stayed in stone sack The blinding crystal was buried in haze Time was just annual Color in palette The seas and the oceans were burned by his brush He looked for the Ideal, he did not rush Paints were blended Canvas was primed... He takes a brush, makes a touch Values carefully the play Once again he puts a paint Look his eyes are casting sparks He was waiting for this painting All his life, through the ages Wishes to reflect all fancies And create a masterpiece He draws loves, paints the hates Smelts images all in one Finds the hues and finds the shades Finds the colors of the shine He makes the faces cry and smile Pushes the planets off in heat Shuffles filings and the essences In agony, in jest He's creator of new worlds Owns the secrets of the space He conducts both peace and war Dance of witches and the gods But he'd never seen by himself Even drop from the sea Saw no nestlings, saw no winds All his touches are fantasized From the beginning to the end of his life Poetry on canvas was what for he stride He always kept silent, always delayed Poor toy pedestal was in his breast Noone could value his last masterpiece Locked up in fancy, he spat on success Centuries flowed, he stayed in stone sack The blinding crystal was buried in haze Time was just annual color in palette The squalls and the storms and wild hurricanes Fought on his new painting in agony But he couldn't even smile to the sunshine...