Songtext von Picasso

Portrait a man of the past Future secured by the stroke of a brush Curled around the warm feel of the paint That he trusted so well Set seal on the artist's reply Relayed through the portrait Assessed through the language Of love and emotion, it's true So Picasso lies still, lies still Distance, confusion attained Relies on the artist to sign all the portions As neatly as facts of clay That were started so well And so you may find the recluse As busy as days that beset him to paint All the sorrow and pain And rhe future and wars, sad but true So Picasso lies still, lies still lies still