Ушла к реалистам [Ushla K Realistam] [English translation]

Among the high rise buildings and fuss

I found you, my ray of beauty.

You were unreal and I wanted to

Draw on canvas everyday:

Your thoughts, your hands.

Do you agree to allow me to

Draw all of you just because of boredom tomorrow at five o'clock?

I created the warmth and tenderness of summer in colors,

Heat of fire and strips of light like in your eyes.

You are crying: “Take back

This hideous portrait!

I am a model and not an abstract

Yellow-and-pink object!”

I thought that you'd catch up, I thought you'd fly up with me...

But I just forgot one thing: realism is in fashion, and not avant-garde.

You trampled oil down and tore the canvases,

But you was drawn with the most delicate paint!

My frenetic avant-garde paradise will expand.

You went with a realist, stupid, so come down with him.

I know who's going to embody these lips in a sketch tomorrow,

But just keep in mind: a realist can't draw everything in the entire world...

He'll draw arms, legs and shade of eyes,

But he won't convey any doubts and alarms.

Your heart and your name won't be transferred on the sheet of paper

Because you are Goddess and he is a simple atheist.

I thought you'd catch up, I thought you'd fly up with me...

But I just forgot one thing: realism is in fashion, and not avant-garde.

You trampled oil down and tore the canvases,

But you was drawn with the most delicate paint!

My frenetic avant-garde paradise will expand.

You went with a realist, stupid, ah...

You trampled oil down and tore the canvases,

But you was drawn with the most delicate paint!

My frenetic avant-garde paradise will expand.

You went with a realist, stupid, so come down with him!

• Artist:Monetochka