Текст песни Юрий Антонов - Колокол тревоги -

And somewhere throw surf
On the shore of the dead seagulls,
The coated film of oil,
As the death printing.
And somewhere dies harvest
watered by chance
Fall or summer day
Poisoned rain.

Already in the other lands of the Earth
No release today,
Earthlings must breathe there
Through an oxygen mask,
Already a little in the world of rivers,
Where can a man
To drink water, leaning toward the river,
Among the quiet oak.

Like a thunderous cloud disturbing,
And shrouded land and sea,
For whom the bell tolls of our discontent?
He calls you, the Earth.

Nature's secrets come to know,
His wealth multiplied,
But if the Earth - our common home,
That should be careful,
Today, we can not be
Do not heed the words simple:
Do not we belong to the Earth,
We belong to her.