Текст песни Леонид Корнилов - Плач Байкала.

CRYING BAIKAL

Howl, Angara, not weep, ..-
Magical waters of Lake Baikal
Othlёbyvat will be China,
As soon as the build-handed.
They leave the forest with a hammer,
On the rubble - the Ural Mountains.
And all that stood a century,
Money are taken in offshore.
Swallows trading fall
Wealth Russia is not in vain -
That's what the vassal power,
To make Russian goods.
Bushuy, barguzin not bushuy,
But everything turns into a price.
And bullion Baikalova jets
Will go through the Wall of China.
And the soul become shallow for a long time.
And our last strength
They will see the Baikal bottom
As the bottom of the planetary grave.

Leonid Kornilov
12.11.15 Mr.