The Earth is the Soul of Man

Song of the Earth

by Vladimir Vyssotsky

Is the earth, as they say, burnt and dried?
Will a seed, as they say, never sprout?
Has the earth, as they say, really died?
No! It’s taken a lengthy time-out!

Mother Earth will forever give birth,
Its maternity isn’t a fiction!
Don’t believe that they burnt down the earth,
No! It’s blackened from grief and affliction.

Trenches, running like scars back and forth…
Bleeding guts black shell-craters expose…
They are open nerves of the earth,
Which unearthly unhappiness knows.

It will stand wars and grief – any thing!
It’s not crippled, though booted and looted…
Don’t believe that the earth doesn’t sing,
That it’s quieted down, diluted!

No, it’s singing as loud as it can
From a trench, from a wound, from a hole!
Since the earth is the soul of Man,
Boots cannot trample down the soul!

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The Earth is the Soul of Man

The Earth is the Soul of Man

Song of the Earth

Is the earth, as they say, burnt and dried?
Will a seed, as they say, never sprout?
Has the earth, as they say, really died?
No! It’s taken a lengthy time-out!

Mother Earth will forever give birth,
Its maternity isn’t a fiction!
Don’t believe that they burnt down the earth,
No! It’s blackened from grief and affliction.

Trenches, running like scars back and forth…
Bleeding guts black shell-craters expose…
They are open nerves of the earth,
Which unearthly unhappiness knows.

It will stand wars and grief – any thing!
It’s not crippled, though booted and looted…
Don’t believe that the earth doesn’t sing,
That it’s quieted down, diluted!

No, it’s singing as loud as it can
From a trench, from a wound, from a hole!
Since the earth is the soul of Man,
Boots cannot trample down the soul!

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The Earth is the Soul of Man

The Earth is the Soul of Man

Song of the Earth

Is the earth, as they say, burnt and dried? Will a seed, as they say, never sprout? Has the earth, as they say, really died? No! It’s taken a lengthy time-out!

Mother Earth will forever give birth, Its maternity isn’t a fiction! Don’t believe that they burnt down the earth, No! It’s blackened from grief and affliction.

Trenches, running like scars back and forth… Bleeding guts black shell-craters expose… They are open nerves of the earth, Which unearthly unhappiness knows.

It will stand wars and grief – any thing! It’s not crippled, though booted and looted… Don’t believe that the earth doesn’t sing, That it’s quieted down, diluted!

No, it’s singing as loud as it can From a trench, from a wound, from a hole! Since the earth is the soul of Man, Boots cannot trample down the soul!

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In Shadow - A Modern Odyssey: Animated Short Film

Climate Engineering Documentary: The Dimming

Is the earth, as they say, burnt and dried?
Will a seed, as they say, never sprout?
Has the earth, as they say, really died?
No! It’s taken a lengthy time-out!

Mother Earth will forever give birth,
Its maternity isn’t a fiction!
Don’t believe that they burnt down the earth,
No! It’s blackened from grief and affliction.

Trenches, running like scars back and forth…
Bleeding guts black shell-craters expose…
They are open nerves of the earth,
Which unearthly unhappiness knows.

It will stand wars and grief – any thing!
It’s not crippled, though booted and looted…
Don’t believe that the earth doesn’t sing,
That it’s quieted down, diluted!

No, it’s singing as loud as it can
From a trench, from a wound, from a hole!
Since the earth is the soul of Man,
Boots cannot trample down the soul!