Who was it said: "Earth’s scorched away; Now no seeds will ever grow"? Who was it said: "Earth died on this day!"? No, no, she is just lying low. You can’t take the mother from Earth Or ever bail dry oceans’ furrow Who says that the Earth’s burned to death? No, no, she’s just blackened with sorrow. Deep trenches slice in like gashes; Craters gape like a wound’s stain. Bare nerves protrude from Earth’s ashes And feel all the unearthly pain. She will wait and bear with all things. Don’t think that her lifeline is severed. Who said then the Earth never sings? Or that she will be silent forever. No! She’s ringing, filling each hole - Each cut, each gash and each wound! Because the Earth is truly our soul You can’t trample the soul in the ground. Who was it said: "The Earth died on this day"? No, no, she is just lying low.
© John Farndon + Olga Nakston. Translation, 2022