Who has said "All is burned into ash?
No more seed in the Earth can be sown"
Who has said that the Earth is now dead?
No! For a time she quieted down.

Motherhood can’t be taken from her,
Try to scoop up an ocean with leaves
Who believed that the Earth has been burnt
No! She has blackened from grief.

Like gashes, the trenches were laid
And like gaping wounds ravens were gawking
Naked nerves of Earth, our maid,
Pain unearthy experieced knowing.

She’ll endure all, she’ll go on living
Don’t write of Earth as if she is crippled!
Who has said that the Earth doesn’t sing?
That forever she’s silenced and muffled?

No! She is ringing and deafening groans,
Coming from all her wounds and her roots,
Because Earth - is really our soul,
And a soul can’t be trampled by boots!

Who believed that the Earth has been burnt?
No! She just quited down for a time.