The cry of a peal like a prayer,
like the pain of our hearts raises
the alarm to the world.
The World, listen!!!
Carrion-crows from the Bible time
are waiting for Apocalypse!
They are whirling over the Byelorussia
like the black clouds…
The radioactive ashes lay to the
faces of our children.
And that’s our great grief.
Our destiny as the destiny of
a hundred of Hiroshimas lies heavy
on our shoulders, the arms grow numb,
the blood runs cold…
But faith, superhuman faith into
the force of our love to our
children, to our Mothers, to our
sacred land will save the world.
We, the people of the land of
White Storks, appeal to You, the
inhabitants of the Planet, to
combine the will of every heart
into one infinite stream of Good!
If everyone makes a step to the Sun
we’ll overcome !!!