(С выделенными строчками - стандартный 12-ти тактовый блюз)
The painted sun will never warm
And also never set.
You'll never eat the painted plum
And also painted bread.
My dear friend,
take brush and start to paint.
The painted girl will never kiss,
But she will never old.
She always will be only miss,
That will be as I told.
My dear friend,
take brush and start to paint.
The painted rose does not smell
And also does not prick.
You'll never ring the painted bell
But art is terrific.
My dear friend,
take brush and start to paint.
Eternal spring is only dream,
But you can just it make.
My friend, you can to draw the spring
The flowers, trees and lake.
My dear friend,
take brush for happy end.