Текст песни Мария Бунтарская - Мне опостылели слова, слова, слова - Арсений Тарковский

I'm sick of words, words, words,
I can no longer extol rights
To speak sensible when all night on the roof
The foliage thrashes in rags like a widow.
It turns out that I just can't hear well,
And the nocturnal speech of widowhood is illegible.
There is a kinship between us. There is no relationship between us.
And if I tell the trees crazy
That dew is up to the elbows of my sleeves,
Then, except for a groan, they have nothing to answer.