Who would say: "All is burnt to the ground,
Donít sow the seeds for a trial!?"
Who would say - the earth died around?
No, itís just keeping quiet awhile!
Youíre for everything Mother created, -
And to change it is a bailing the sea sieve.
Who believes that the earth was cremated?
No, it turned into black with grief.
Trenches lie slitting sections and strips,
Craters-injuries gape in a row.
Naked nerves of the earth, naked ribs
Supernatural suffering know.
It will bear all that good time for, -
Donít write to the list as a cripple!
Who would say - the earth doesnít sing more,
And is silent forever its ripple?!
No, itís ringing to muffle the moan,
Rings from any wound and air-hole,
Since the earth is the soul we own, -
Cannot boots trample down the soul!
Who believes that the earth was cremated?!
No, itís just keeping quiet awhile...