Apocalypse (eng)
Nation, awake!
The ground burns beneath your feet!
Nuclear mushrooms will rise
above your homes!
Above your fields,
above your meadows,
Above the hills and deep ravines,
Above the homes you’ve cared for,
Above the places our people hold sacred,
Soon above our ancestral land,
Mushrooms in the sky,
like ornaments,
will rise …
Nation, awake!
The ground burns beneath your feet!
Nuclear mushrooms will rise
above your homes!
And the living will wish they were dead …
They’ll curse the day that they were born …
For keeping their eyes tightly closed …
And never seeing which way to go …
They never heard what their ancestors said …
Never sensed the stench of power …
While those in power
dug a grave
for their own people …
Ashes and dust will cover the earth …
Death’s bridges will have bones for years ……
Only in a distant land,
Someone, shedding bitter tears,
For the nation now lost,
Will begin to rhyme a requiem …
Nation, awake!
The ground burns beneath your feet!
Nuclear mushrooms will rise
above your homes!
Nation, awake!
The ground burns beneath your feet!
Nuclear mushrooms will rise
above your homes!
