It seems like this world
Was painted in gray.
It’s in every picture of the moments I take.
This is how do we live,
And words in our prayers
Just remembering us of those sunny days.
Of those sunny days.

[chorus]
When he painted a lot
and mixed all colors,
Then drunk some wine
and talked to brothers.
He wrote some words,
and today he’ll explain
How to bring back all these colors again.
All these colors again.

Through the pain.

When did we forget how to change things?
It’s coming to worst, because we something missed.
No lessons have learned from our distant past,
We are painting in gray because of frequent scars.
Of frequent scars.

[chorus]
He painted a lot
and mixed all colors,
Then drunk some wine
and talked to brothers.
He wrote some words,
and today he’ll explain
How to bring back all these colors again.
All these colors again.

Through the rain.

Wash yourself up, take a new look.
It’s time to write some brand new books.
For those who just can’t
Take all these paints
And start to draw
Like they are just saint.
They are just saint.

[chorus]
So you are painting a lot
and mixing all colors.
You let some wine
to be drunk by your brothers.
No time to waste.
I’m sure, you have explained
That you have brought back all these colors again.
All these colors again.

Through the …