I'm tree in the steppe
You are water, flowing afar
The longing of my heart
Water that's flowing for centuries
A painful wait
Which wouldn't end
Neither my prayers are heard
Nor the folk song that I'm singing
I've sent many birds
So they can inform others
Of my burnt branches
They didn't come back
They either couldn't recognize you
Or they have forgot about me
They always took me for
Dry sticks
You are water, flowing afar
I'm tree in the steppe
Hear my cry already
My soil needs you