A keresés eredménye

Artist

I am relentlessly painting
On the torn, old canvas.
Running away from monotonous life,
I am trying to dock at my dream.
 
Behind me the envious repeat: 'You are hopeless, get out of here.'
But I will not sour from the sorrow,
Continuing to create
Night and day.
 
As long as I have belief,
My people, my hope, my love,
The almighty has opened the doors for me,
I will make it! Even though I'll turn into blood.