A wet coloured paintbrush and a white house by night
A landscape with a ploughman and another house beside
Sunflowers and cornfields and an easel down below
A strawhat on a mournful face is all that we know
Oil-colour-canvases and pictures in frames
Who asks for paintings of a guy with no name
Brother, can you help me, I´m stone broke again
Tomorrow I´ll sell it all to an art-businessman
Spot-painted poetry, living in quandary
Outside a gallery derided and chased
Life is a lottery without a warranty
Dying in beggary, buried in haste
Hard times for an artist with contrary mind
Scaramongers everywhere, short-sighted and blind
Novelty was out of time, boundary´s effaced
It´s better to make and end that to live in disgrace
Spot-painted poetry, living in quandary
Outside a gallery derided and chased
Life is a lottery without a warranty
Dying in beggary, buried in haste
A landscape with a ploughman and another house beside
Sunflowers and cornfields and an easel down below
A strawhat on a mournful face is all that we know
Oil-colour-canvases and pictures in frames
Who asks for paintings of a guy with no name
Brother, can you help me, I´m stone broke again
Tomorrow I´ll sell it all to an art-businessman
Spot-painted poetry, living in quandary
Outside a gallery derided and chased
Life is a lottery without a warranty
Dying in beggary, buried in haste
Hard times for an artist with contrary mind
Scaramongers everywhere, short-sighted and blind
Novelty was out of time, boundary´s effaced
It´s better to make and end that to live in disgrace
Spot-painted poetry, living in quandary
Outside a gallery derided and chased
Life is a lottery without a warranty
Dying in beggary, buried in haste