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 -
It’s 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 Earth’s very nerves,
Which unspeakable pain have endured.

It’ll wait, it’ll bear anything, -
Called a cripple will hardly be ever!
Who would argue that Earth doesn’t sing?
Who would say it’s 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...