Caprice (Russian Band) - The Green Bowl lyrics

This little bowl is like a mossy pool In a Spring wood, where dogtooth violets grow Nodding in chequered sunshine of trees; A quiet place, still, with the sound of birds Where, though unseen, is heard the endless song And murmur of the never resting sea 'T was winter, Roger, when you made this cup But coming Spring Guided your eager hand And round the edge you fashioned young green leaves A proper chalice made to hold the shy Flowers They will forget their sad uprooting, lost In pleasure that this circle of leaves Should be their setting; once more they'll dream They hear winds wandering through lofty trees And see the sun smiling And see the sun smiling Between the leaves