Текст песни Aleksandr Malinin - Напрасные слова

Splash witchcraft into the crystal gloom of the glass
Mirrors flicker in molten candles ...
Vain words I exhale tiredly.
The hearth has already gone out, you haven't lit a new one.

Waste words are a vignette of false essence.
It is not difficult to speak vain words.
In vain words ... do not blame me,
Vain words, I'll burn out soon.

The bell at your porch won't flinch
My hasty step will not confuse traces.
Do not let me understand the first moment of the end
The fate of vain words is not in a hurry to decide.

Come up with a story about tenderness and summer,
Where is the crumpled grass and the smell of cornflowers ...
Scattered dragees will roll into the centuries
In vain words, in vain love.

Waste words are a vignette of false essence.
It is not difficult to speak vain words.
In vain words ... do not blame me,
Vain words, I'll burn out soon.