Нижний мир

The Lower World exists for us alone to see, The ones above have no need of it, set free While looking down from high is such a heavy load, They turn away and tend to their own quiet road All those he needs and cherishes are far ahead, The ones behind just share the path where they were led Beside them stand the ones who always guard the rear, Like you, my friend, who never look around in fear The Lower World cannot knock upon that silent door, To say we've drowned much deeper than before We once were one immense and breathing flora's kin, But now each soul has turned into a perfect stranger within It denies all the fuss they've forced upon its ground, It does not want to play the game they've tightly bound But those up top will never try to understand, Why roots refuse to grow on someone else's barren land The Lower World exists, I tell this tale again, Just let it grow, do not bring violence then Don't tear the shoots with roots out of the soil, The earth can't spread them fast enough through endless toil Now everyone's reduced to one decaying log, No good new sprouts will rise within this fog Each weed is marked already by their hand, And branches find no way towards the promised land The Lower World exists, it lives and starts to bloom, Though harsh conditions try to seal its final doom The rows won't close together left or right, They dug the ditches deep, eclipsing any light With iron shovels, rakes across the waste they rake, From offal and debris the tender saplings wake Again they'll cut the weeds down to the very last, But Earth will bear new fruit it's used to shadows cast