Текст песни Піккардійська Терція - Слова, слова, слова

A sorcerer's dream flows
In a glass mist,
In placed candles
Mirrors sparkle.
Our halftone light
Was warm to the tank,
And you went somewhere,
I left at dusk.

Chorus:
Words, words, words,
Speak true moisture.
Words, words, words,
Tongue shots at dawn.
And the candle is still alive,
Forgive me for God's sake,
And the candle is still alive,
I'll burn out soon.

Under your under the window
Nezavrya jumped grasshopper.
Does not confuse the worlds
My eternally hasty step.
Completion as the world,
Beautiful and salty
Like the dust of my stars,
Like the dust of my stars.

Come up with a plot
About tenderness and about summer
Where the grass is crushed
And two cornflowers in it.
Scattered pills
Centuries will roll.
Words, words, words
Sad and funny.

Chorus.