Mestariteos [English translation]

When the brush finally

stops

I'm already done

The brush is drawing again and I'm in the zone

I'm inspired by you if you didn't take me seriously

I didn't give up but I forgive

and by being myself I'm probably enough

A palette full of colours, let's see what can I still do

early bird can catch the worm but the second mouse gets the cheese

I took my time

Mistook, learnt and travelled

years went by when I sketched but I came and took my place

So many left this dying city

Z-train* like the ferryman of Tuonela**

But I stayed and kept my songs fresh

believing that tears will turn to laughter tomorrow

I paint my painting full and over

I have a perfectly imperfect style

Even if I was going to my last place today

I would be incomplete but a masterpiece

When the brush finally

stops

I'm already done

What did I get

Were there only colours left on the canvas

or frames full of gold

when I paint my world

But now I see, there's no painting like this

I have frames full of gold

when I paint my world

Girl, nothing that beautiful should cry for attention

but fast life with its temptations is before you like a mountain

On the way to the top, in a horrible hurry

don't you know that you look good when you climb

Just let that makeup drip and under that a sculpture will be revealed

let your guards down, here a girl is allowed to miss her step

And you can choose, can the glitter upper class rule you

Are you the prisoner of the outer pressure or free like Jannika***

Everyone sculpts their own portraits here

But even the most amazing one is in someone's eyes a bad picture of us

And feeling insufficient the majority lives a lie

even with filters and photoshops isn't good enough anymore

With our own will we climb on the pedestal

without realising that we're loved and not our status

Life is strikes from the chisel of an artist

Woman, there's no masterpiece like you

When the brush finally

stops

I'm already done

What did I get

Were there only colours left on the canvas

or frames full of gold

when I paint my world

But now I see, there's no painting like this

I have frames full of gold

when I paint my world

• Artist:Brädi