Рыбонька - ЧернобЫль
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Chernobyl

A violent wind blows
The blade of blank is swaying

The blade of blank is swaying
Shirts dry

Shirts dry
Hurrys to visit mom

And I'll come to my mother
I'll sit on the bench

I'll sit on the bench
Against my mother

Do not torture mom
About my health

And torture the mother
About mine about grief

And the first grief
No bread, no salt

And another grief
No firewood

And a third grief
There is no sweet friend

I sow my grief
In clean in the field

You will build up my grief
Black Chernobyl

Black Chernobyl
Gorky wormwood