In the spring count I am restless for the days and feel like life
awoken in me,
feel proud when I wear the first flowers, the
soon makes the sun to ripen fruit.
In the summer I'll start the sun's rays,
And I find some of his weary head lays to rest. If
paint my leaves silhouettes
Then they sing in the wind and I hear their songs to.
I give the birds their home, the bees fly in and out,
who comes to me does not make his trip in vain.
I need the earth, air and light,
And until my last branch breaks
Am I for all the tree of life.
Am I for all the tree of life.
In the fall I let myself from the storms turn
And give this world the most beautiful colors.
Seh my leaves fly up in the wind and know that their joy
the parting easier.
contract in the winter snow on my branches, I feel the
And eternity in some quiet moment.
I gather new strength in my silence
And give it back soon thousands.
I give the birds their home, the bees fly in and out,
who comes to me does not make his trip in vain.
I need the earth, air and light,
And until my last branch breaks
Am I for all the tree of life.
I'm all for the tree of life.
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