When the seed of a tree has found it's place
 And the first frail roots [bad word] their mother
 His fate will be sealed,will get a face
 Accepting one soil and no other

 The growth of this tree no men won't prevent
 And the rings around the core'll multiply
 But deep beneath the shell of this tree
 No more for relief he shall sigh

 As vital air filled him and took his breath
 The tree got marked for life
 In vain he fought the unavoidable
 Grant him the wish to survive!

 Ai! laurie lantar lassi surinen
 Yeni unotime ve ramar aldaron!
 Yeni ve linte yuldar avanier
 Mi oromardi [bad word]