Mothers, shout.
Don’t sing lullabies, but shout.
Shout right out
all over the world as one.
Women, shout.
Stop the traffic, industries,
making weapons, dreams.
In the middle of market squares and roads
shout.
Shout in beds, on labour beds,
kitchens,
fields, schools, offices, and
shops.
Shout with your hands held up high: – No!
No, no, no.
No war!
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Матери кричите.
За колыбельные кричите.
Кричите без сомнения
везде на Земле в унисоне.
