The earth is juicy in the burning evening light, the passion of our mad
fathers tortures us to the last.
They gave us eyes, in which drunkenness flows, they gave us
hands, sinful fruits of darkness.
br/>Let us love the earth sickly, as they loved, we love
their gray heads, fertility was granted to us.
BLOOD CRUDE-FERTILE EARTH.
(English)
Rich is the earth in the burning evening light,
the passion of our mad fathers is tormenting
us to the last.
They gave us eyes that drunkenness decants
inside them, they gave us hands - the sinful
fruits of twilight
We love our land sadly as they loved it
their gray heads we love, fertility they gave
BLOODY GROUND-FERTILE LAND.

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