Who has said, that allís burned to the ground, And you canít sow seed in the soil? Who has said, that the earthís deadly downed? No, it hided itself for time now. The maternity couldnít be torn From the earth, as the sea couldnít be scooped out. Who has got a belief in the burn? No, the earth only turned black from woe. As the cut lines, the trenches have laid, And the shell holes like the woundsíre yawning, The earthís naked nerves do sustain The extra-terrestial bad sufferings. It will stand all, and wait over all. Donít consider the earth as a cripple. Who has said that the earth canít sing song, And she is now mute and stopped singing? No, she rings loud, stunning the moan, From her wounds all, from all air-holes, Because earth is the true our soul, No one could by boots trample soul. Who has said that the earth came to death? No it hided itself for the some time...
© Lyudmila Purgina. Translation, 2012