Who said it has burned, deep inside
Do not plant any seeds in this Earth
Who said that the planet has died
No! It is but awaiting, for birth

She’s our mother, forever concerned
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Who said that the planet’s been burned
No, it has blackened in sorrow

Do we hear her unearthly despair
As our trenches her fair skin sever
The Earth’s nerves now naked and bare
She bleeds and she cries, however:

She will fight through and survive
And forgive our raging violence
Who says that the Earth isn’t alive
Do not think she is forever silent

No! Her song is still loud and clear
Ringing from every wound we’ve opened
Don’t forget, that this ancient blue sphere
Is our soul; and a soul can’t be broken

Who believes that the planet’s been burned?
No! It is but awaiting, for birth