Юрий Антонов - Колокол тревоги -
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And somewhere to throw the surf
On the shore of dead gulls,
Covered with an oil film,
Like a mortal seal.
And somewhere the crop is dying,
Polished by chance
Autumn or summer day
Poisoned rain.

Already in other parts of the earth
There is no way out today
Earthlings should breathe there
Through the oxygen mask,
Already a little in the world of rivers,
Where can a person
Drink water, falling to the river,
Among the silence of the oak.

Like a thunderstorm, an alarming cloud,
Shrouded in both land and seas,
For whom is our bell ringing our alarm?
He calls you, the earth.

Nature of secrets we know,
There are much our wealth,
But since the Earth is our common home,
Then you need to be careful
Today we can't
Do not squeeze the words simple:
The land does not belong to us
We belong to her.