Текст песни Владимир Ланцберг - Грачи

Rooks overfly with older steeples,
Black ashes to the wind go, Rede ...
I'm a little tired and probably sick.
Of course, you do not know what I was in trouble again.

So it is in the world a year and centuries:
On the day and the sadness - the specter of eternal bed;
You come and go, did not notice anything,
And thousands of miles sudden alarm cover.

Too difficult to get boring round:
Every hour of every year to the minute metered.
Maybe we are destined not to have time for each other -
We do not expect any other, and do not ask otherwise.

Rooks overfly with older steeples,
Black ashes to the wind go, Rede ...
I'm fucking tired and, of course, the sick,
Only you will know that I'm in trouble again.

1970