Dead tree
In spring, cold forest comes alive again
Waking up the trees in bloom
Only one stands on the hill lifelessly
Without leaves the old broken oak
This tree is stupid lightning tore mercilessly into two
And now I'm crying on my knees I kiss the lifeless trunk of a withered
Or my hands are too weak
Or my tears not enough
To revive and you get to breathe again
Or did you not hear me anymore
And my words will be wasted
And arrive in mouing forever my soul
In spring, cold forest comes alive again
Waking up the trees in bloom
Only one stands on the hill lifelessly
Without leaves the old broken oak
I do not believe that all is lost
I will gather all the tears to a droplet,
To pour their dead tree
My soft enough
And you ozhivesh
Or my hands are too weak
Or my tears not enough
To revive and you get to breathe again
Or did you not hear me anymore
and my words will be wasted
And arrive in mouing forever my soul
