Песня о земле [Pesnya o zemle] [English translation]

Who said everything is burnt entirely,

It is better not to throw seeds into her

Who said that the earth died?

She let it sometimes not be known.

Motherhood can't be denied the earth,

Not rob her, not drain her like the sea.

Who examined, the earth is burning?

No, she became black with the heat.

Like furrowed by the set up trenches,

Bombcraters gape early,

The nerves of the earth lie blank

They know of the supernatural agony.

She suffered everything, waiting for the end,

Don't write down, that the earth is deformed

Who said, that the earth doesn't sing,

That she is forever struck dumb.

She doesn't ring, suppresses the moaning

Of all her wounds a relieving compromise

however the earth - that is our soul,

Boots don't stamp out our souls!

Who said, that the earth died?

No, she hides her grudge for some time.

• Artist:Vladimir Vysotsky