I shall disappear in the heart of the forest,
Break out in a juniper,
As road dust of steppes
I shall hang in midair
Little is the earthly lot, little is the earthly lot
I shall live... I shall live...
I shall spill as water in a field,
Scatter as reaped grain
In my heady home soil
I shall shoot as grass
Little is the earthly lot, little is the earthly lot
I shall live... I shall live...