I know- my tree will not live even a week.
I know- my tree in this city is doomed.
But I still spend all my time close to him.
I am tired and sick of all other tasks.
It seems to me that this is my home.
It seems to me that this is my friend.
I planted a tree.
I planted a tree.
I know- maybe tomorrow a schoolkid will break it.
I know- my tree will soon leave me.
But while it still exists, I am always close to him.
I feel joyful with him, with him I feel pain.
It seems to me that this is my world.
It seems to me that this is my son.
I planted a tree.
I planted a tree.