Who could say: "All was burned to a crisp, Earth will never again be fertile!"? Who could say that it ceased to exist? No, it quieted down for a while. Earth of motherhood try to bereave - Itís as hard as to empty an ocean. Who believes Earth was burned, who believes? No, it blackened of grief and commotion. Gash-like trenches are running across. Gaping wide, crater wounds never cured, Laying bare the Earthís very nerves, Which unspeakable pain have endured. Itíll wait, itíll bear anything, - Called a cripple will hardly be ever! Who would argue that Earth doesnít sing? Who would say itís been silenced forever?! No! It muffles its groans in a call, Every wound of it sings, every hole! Earth is our soul, after all, - How can boots trample down a soul?! Who believes Earth was burned, who believes? No, it quieted down for a while...
© Eugenia Weinstein. Translation, 1999
© Lev Zeppelin. Performance, 2014