Колыбельная бабушки

Scars so blue than the sparks are meat.
Something static in the afterglow,
I'm just breathing on the winter snow.
Something steady, golden stare, something static, mmm,
Just fair.
Got the fire burning overhead,
Chasing gold and nothing to set.
Blue cat burning in the pocket bite,
Feel the sun in the intermite every beat, a secret spark.
Finding strength in the cold and dark, sunset steady,
Soft and white.