It’s stifling, quiet and dark everywhere, The darkness strangles me, an evil darkness, The bright world is gone... Where are you, people, Where have you disappeared? You’re gone, all gone...
They came with chains, with iron and lies, Their greed reflected in hollow eyes. The ocean roared, the ships stood tall, Yet sorrow wailed above them all.
One day the Earth will be just a blind space turning, night confused with day. Under the vast Andean sky there’ll be no more mountains, not a rock or ravine.
Dear little Slavic Sappho, we had thought, Hearing thy songs so sweetly, deftly wrought, That thou shouldst have an heritage one day Beyond thy father’s lands: his lute to play.