Текст песни Антоха Гумбин - 03.Мотылек

Let it melt with warm ice
In your hands.
And leave for later
A wonderful moment.
Snow fall
To endless fields.
Merge with the sky
Like a scarlet dawn.

Resound with a sonorous echo
In silence.
Leave but come back
In the spring.
Cool down by the stove
Black coal.
Burn out on a candle
A gray moth.