Текст песни а.с. - Стихийное бедствие

The clouds are hanging over the Kurgan,
And the puddles reflect the clouds.
Perhaps soon we will all become different
If you believe in ancient words. *

People are completely tired of the heat
And we got rain like a bucket.
And somewhere there are floods, tsunamis,
The earth's crust is expanding.

And just as a natural disaster,
Not in Kurgan, but in my soul.
And from this my verses
It's easy to write and dedicate everything to her.

In the meantime, the world stands still,
Nothing bodes well for everyone.
I know we'll never be together
So be happy at least you.

* We will not all die, but we will all change (Apostle Paul, Bible, 1st Cor.)