Текст песни Valentina Muzykantova - Глупые девочки часто плачут

I sink into my despair
my limitation and loneliness
realizing its inadequacy
I will plunge into my work for you
I close my eyes to the future
the past stuck tightly inside me
I buried hope for the best
so deep it's too late to change everything

probably in vain I believed you, believed in myself
and everything was wasted and people make mistakes so often blow
and are looking for what they cannot find in people with whom they are not on the way
and hide their answers in half-smoked cigarettes
everyone is going crazy and I'm breaking my life myself
mired in her failures and stupid girls cry so often
but hide their stupid thoughts in songs that make no sense
and seek their prayers in razor-cut veins

thoughts chained hope for a bright
ended the search for an entrance to consciousness
i can't find all the answers but
I can provide myself an alibi
now tell me what you know about faith
when targets are smashed on wet asphalt
and in emptiness, space is immeasurable
what have i done forgive me i am so sorry

probably in vain I believed you, believed in myself
and everything was wasted and people are mistaken so often blow
and are looking for what they cannot find in people with whom they are not on the way
and hide their answers in half-smoked cigarettes
everyone is going crazy and I'm breaking my life myself
mired in her failures and stupid girls cry so often
but hide their stupid thoughts in songs that make no sense
and seek their prayers in razor-cut veins

and I want to be where they will give me the answer, where the light will turn off forever, where your words sound like delirium, where the poet will find happiness for himself
and I will run no matter what to where no one will stop me to where I will already understand that you are not the one beyond electromagnetic waves and radio frequencies
I will I know I believe in it there all doors will open for me there will be insignificant losses and there people do not behave like animals
and there my dawn is already waiting for me, having embodied me in the role of a rebel, I will cross out the past, but to be honest, all this is probably in vain, probably in vain

probably in vain I believed you, believed in myself
and everything was wasted and people are mistaken so often blow
and are looking for what they cannot find in people with whom they are not on the way
and hide their answers in half-smoked cigarettes
everyone is going crazy and I'm breaking my life myself
mired in her failures and stupid girls cry so often
but hide their stupid thoughts in songs that make no sense
and seek their prayers in razor-cut veins