Текст песни Тиранія - Чорнобильська мати

The village is empty, like a museum block
Not a rustle and probably because of that
The black-and-white bird thought
Above the golden drop-egg

We must not forget about ozone
About mountains, rivers of rye, a silver bell
Never dead zones
Do not leave your descendants

Souls, hare souls
Fear is uncontrollable
In the sarcophagus of bodies
Flesh is not hidden
What for the living
Play games with death
Concrete tomb
Chadie now

The village is still new, but already a cemetery
Wedding tables are licked by a dumb wasteland
Annoyance for fierce eyelash fistula
The helpless wings of the sky rise

How the mother of Chernobyl stretched out her hands
To my home through atomic dust
She has no fear of dying at all
Only here near the father's graves

And where to get that strength and consolation
To heal the wound burning like salt
Chernobyl mother, Chernobyl mother
In my country, both conscience and pain

Conscience and pain, conscience and pain
The village is still new, and already a cemetery
Conscience and pain, conscience and pain
Annoyance of a fierce blizzard
Conscience and pain, conscience and pain