Текст песни Белая Гвардия - Чашка

My cup has no bottom
I wanted to drink a well - found
Scooped water , brought it to his lips ..
But my cup has no bottom .
By reaching across the road I got a river
I whispered something to her shores
I wanted to sail the boat , I entered
But not my boat oars.
I wanted to call his voice was gone ,
Only gray owls flocked to the call
He did not hear , did not recognize me
And now my songs have no words
But it's not terrible , but it is terrible
What is not a dream here no end in sight
I stand under the stars in a coat full of holes
And to me, O my God, no face !
And in this town do not smell the flowers
And this is even scarier .
And these windows are blind as moles ,
And these trees do not take root .
And in the newspapers - spring came
In newspapers write mostly about spring
And my cup has no bottom , and I , oh my God, at the very bottom .
I lie like a cat curled up in bun
A star is no longer visible because of swarms of clouds ...
I look through the eyelashes on a pink ball
From which extends a single beam.