Текст песни Белла Ахмадулина - Немота

Who was so strong and smart?
Who took my voice from my throat?
Can't cry about him
a black wound in my throat.

How worthy of love and praise
March, your simple deeds,
but the nightingales are dead in my words
and now their gardens are dictionaries.

“Oh, sing it!” The mouth pleads.
snowfall, cliff, bush.
I scream, but like vapor from my mouth,
dumbness was rounded at the lips.

Choking and dying and lying
that I will not remain in debt
before the beauty of the trees in the snow
about which I can’t say.

Inspiration - Excessive, Continuous
breath of a moment with a dumb soul
another exhalation will not save her,
except the word that is said by me.

Relieve a crowded pulse -
whatever, by accident, let it be!
And in all that I hurry to sing,
incarnate forever, by heart.

And for being so dumb
and loved all the words names,
and suddenly tired as she died
sing it yourself.