The day will come and nothing will be heard.
That's the great silence.
This will be the day of retribution
For all the pain and injuries
The mankind has caused to our mother earth
And at the same time the day of deliverance
Of the earth and of all suffering souls.
All will be silence.
Not a single human voice,
No human being, conceited about
It's ability to speak, can make a single noise.
It seems that the Creation swallows
The dull routine of everyday life
To get attention for the imminent apocalypse at hand.
The biggest machines and factories,
Built from «human hands»,
Are quiet, dead and insignificant.
And nature, all living creatures, all the growing
And blooming things, the water
And the air will be silent. But not dead.
Deep inside the Creation a noise is growing
Which has never been heard before,
Born of the pain and the suffering
Of every living creature. One can not hear it,
But you can feel it in your bones
And the whole world is shaking because of it.
Penetrating, and it rises up to a river
Of screaming, draughting everyone
And everything. Nothing will be left
And in the end there will be a great silence
And eternal peace!