Life s Palette

[Verse 1]
In colors of dawn — a child’s laugh, delight,
Where every day’s a page so pure, unbroken,
The first small step, no answer in the night,
For countless “why’s” in empty worlds unspoken.

But life will take its colors back someday,
It pours in blue of hope, and ochre’s warning,
And then you learn — that happiness won’t stay
The way it lived in fairytales of morning.

[Chorus]
Life’s a palette burning bright in your hands!
Paint without fear till the last light stands!
Every stroke — it’s a cry, it’s a wound, it’s a flame,
It’s a heart breaking free with no shame!

Don’t erase, don’t regret, don’t turn around,
Let the lines be alive, fierce and proud!
While your spirit’s aflame — let your fearless eyes
Fill the canvas with truth and light from inside!

[Verse 2]
Where crimson passion floods with fiery tide,
And storms of gray bring bitterness and sorrow,
You choose to burn it out or to forgive —
The shade you keep will paint your own tomorrow.

We mix the sunset with the storm of night,
A masterpiece is born from all mistakes,
And we discover — every shade of dark
Still hides the light that deeper calling wakes.

[Chorus]
Life’s a palette burning bright in your hands!
Paint without fear till the last light stands!
Every stroke — it’s a cry, it’s a wound, it’s a flame,
It’s a heart breaking free with no shame!

Don’t erase, don’t regret, don’t turn around,
Let the lines be alive, fierce and proud!
While your spirit’s aflame — let your fearless eyes
Fill the canvas with truth and light from inside!

[Verse 3]
In emerald of faith, in amber’s glow of pride,
In frozen turquoise of goodbyes and meetings,
We paint our lives with no pause to divide,
As long as brush and heart are worth repeating.

And even when fate’s black stroke cuts deep,
It turns to frame of gold through fire and weather,
For even in storm we’re alive, we breathe,
While summer’s palette burns in us forever.

[Chorus]
Life’s a palette burning bright in your hands!
Paint without fear till the last light stands!
Every stroke — it’s a cry, it’s a wound, it’s a flame,
It’s a heart breaking free with no shame!

Don’t erase, don’t regret, don’t turn around,
Let the lines be alive, fierce and proud!
While your spirit’s aflame — let your fearless eyes
Fill the canvas with truth and light from inside!

[Bridge]
No black can live without the white,
No victory comes without the bleeding.
We all are painters of the skies,
Our storms resound, the heavens pleading.

Each day’s a stroke of destiny,
No line we draw can ever be mistaken.
Our life is canvas, and we see —
Our beating hearts complete the painting.

[Final Chorus]
Live on! Let every stroke ignite,
In every pain, in every spark of yearning.
Love strong! No matter what the fight,
For every shade will someday turn to calming.

Create! While fire still survives,
Mix dawn with night in one eternal color.
Live on! And know — beyond all lines,
There’s a rising… of a new tomorrow.