Плач Єремії [Plach Yeremiyi] [English translation]

Once they have settled the city

And still there was many people to come

Jeremiah old prophet was cryin for them

Cryin for town, like if it was forsaken

From every single tear he drop

By every door the sun has blossom

And says them all that it's not the sun

But blowball

As long as the sun was saying that

Gray flock come around and perch

Calling themselves blowball offsprings

But after any little blow

Any light whiff and then

Gray flock was flying away

And never coming back again

• Artist:Plach Yeremiji