Текст песни Литературный вечер - Чашка чая на столе

A cup of coffee , warm tiles

Shadows are groaning at the corners

I am for your beautiful profile

Selling soul to the devil

You could have used me to surrender

Well, at least a couple of times ...
Stop dreaming now

We forget the pain mischief

You gave me only her lips

Well, I would like you ...

And the floors warm coat

All are remained trace of fire

We parted imperceptibly

Just hands unclasped

To hide from the wind

I adjusted the collar

And he went on his way

Well, you went to his

You remained touchy

In my rough memory ...