Белая Гвардия - Чашка
текст песни

My cup has no bottom
I wanted to get drunk, I found
She scooped up water, brought it to her lips ..
But my bowl has no bottom.
A river got up on the cross.
Her shores whispered something to me
I wanted to swim, I entered the boat
But my boat has no oars.
I wanted to call him a head gone
Only gray owls flew to the call
He didn't hear me, I didn't recognize me
And now my song has no words
But this is not scary, but scary then
That this is not a dream here is not the end
I stand under the stars in a leaky coat
And on me, oh Lord, there is no face!
And flowers do not smell in this city
And from this it becomes even worse.
And these windows are blind like moles
And these trees do not let the roots.
And in the newspapers I wrote, spring navigated
The newspapers write mainly about spring
And my cup does not have a bottom, and I, o'clock, at the very bottom.
I'm lying like a cat, curled up in kalach
And the stars are no longer visible because of the clouds of clouds ...
I look through the eyelashes at the pink ball
From which the only ray stretches.