We hurt the Earth. Very
long it will not carry
all us. We are sentenced
to set of the sad ends.
We"ll perish from fires,
floods, hurricanes, dire
earthquakes and from famine
and anger of heaven.
Chorus:
Will suffice to behave as the child and to live as a fleas on a wolf!
We are a part of a planet, instead of its cancerous growth! Сancerous growth!
War and a plague cannot
stop our growth, and rot
from our waste extends
so, as if by itself.
Nobody knows, how
many remains up to
a precipice. People,
stop! It so is simple!
Chorus.
Chorus.
The cancerous growth
© Copyright: Гусаров Андрей, 2008
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