The cement in the plains
Flows to the mountains
Poison in the springs
In our countryside
From a burst of hurricanes
Our story is in danger of sinking
Remains our ideal
To strut around like all is well
Trading air for gold
Fill the scale
Some oil money
Against life
From the equator to the poles
This weight on our shoulders
Of temporary squatters...
Now this is no longer funny
Since things have to change
To your trees citizens!
It is high time that we propose
A world for tomorrow!
To your trees citizens
Some slaps to take
The eve of tomorrow
Some slaps to give back
To make an army of reeds
Stand upright
No one on their knees anymore
Spread the word
It is true, the Earth is round
But who will come to tell us
That it is for everyone...
And those to come...
No more time to place the blame
To count on luck or the others
Now we fight
With you I believe it