Текст песни Максим Волчкевич - Зимняя чашка

Sometimes the day from the world of unearthly
In late winter - like object
Finest porcelain blue ,
Where each finger is seen against the light ;
He laced glow from within
From the cold, remaining in it,
Like a cup of broken sets,
Beautiful and full of shadows.

Open buffet tall and singing
And this day have set ourselves ,
And turn , so that one could see better
On the side - what he was gay ;
Already in February . Spring is around the corner :
Not long left us numb -
Just sit empty in the evenings
And the tea spoon ring .