Where are you, old trees
of my youth
Where are you, sweet dreams
Are you already so far away?
There, where once the forests murmured
There's a sea of houses
There, where we listened the streams
Roars the traffic
Where are you, nice words
That you can never keep?
Then, seen that we've found us
Flourish the world again
There, where the broom bush
Gave us yellow flowers
Lays in the dust and black smoke
Our dawn.
Far on the edge of our thinkings
There's still a chance
Far away from noise of the highways
Greens a shining green
There they are, you must look for them
They still are there,
Pines, oaks and the beech
Only not so near
Where are you old trees of
my youth?