All to ashes is turned! Is it yet
Never seeds in the Earth will be thrown?
Does it mean that the Earth is stone-dead?
No, - it waits for the time of its own.

Motherhood of the Earth will remain
The way seas cannot be bailed out!
And the Earth will be fruitful again
Spite through sorrow it’s black all around.

Trenches-slits to the Earth cause a pain,
Craters-wounds it has bravely to bear,
Bare nerves of the Earth under strain
Weird suffering being aware.

It will stand, overcome everything,
Don’t enroll it to cripples, do not smear
And allege that the Earth does not sing,
That it has quitted singing forever!

Yes! It rings, dulling pain, out of all
Wounds and cuts, and the moans tries to drown,
For the Earth is our mutual soul,
Soul by boots cannot be trampled down!

Do not think that the Earth is deceased!
No, - it waits for the time of its own...