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...
© Natalia Tverskova. Translation, 2000