There are great puddles of blood on the world Where is it all going? all this spilled blood? Is it the earth that drinks it and gets drunk? Funny kind of drunkography then, so wise, so monotonous, no The earth doesnt get drunk The earth doesnt turn askew It pushes its little car regularly, its four seasons, rain, snow, hail, fair weather Never is it drunk Its with difficulty it permits itself from time to time An unhappy little volcano It turns, the earth It turns with its trees, its gardens, its houses It turns with its great pools of blood And all living things turn with it and bleed It doesnt give a damn the earth It turns and all living things set up a howl It doesnt give a damn It turns It doesnt stop turning And the blood doesnt stop running Wheres it going all this spilled blood? Murders blood, wars blood, miserys blood And the blood of men tortured in prisons And the blood of children calmly tortured by their papa and their mama And the blood of men whose heads bleed in padded cells And the roofers blood when the roofer slips and falls from the roof And the blood that comes and flows in great gushes with the newborn The mother cries The baby cries The blood flows The earth turns The earth doesnt stop turning The blood doesnt stop flowing Wheres it going all this spilled blood? Blood of the blackjacked Of the humiliated Of suicides Of firing squad victims Of the condemned And the blood of those that die just like that by accident In the street a living being goes by with all his blood inside Suddenly there he is, dead And all his blood outside And other living beings make the blood disappear They carry the body away But its stubborn the blood And there where the dead one was Much later, all black A little blood still stretches Coagulated blood Lifes rust, bodys rust Blood curdled like milk Like milk when it turns When it turns like the earth Like the earth it turns with its milk With its cows With its living With its dead The earth that turns with its trees With its living beings, its houses The earth that turns with marriages Burials Shells Regiments The earth that turns and turns and turns With its great streams of blood
blood, earth, turn, doesnt, living