Poor me, I ended up
On a reeling piece of wood
A trembling twig
I ended up
poor me, on a shivering leaf
Not even I know
Which road I'll take
Which way
I'll choose to run
Don't know which road to take
Once my mother could
Once she could make an apple
I guess she planted a sapling
Couldn't tend to it
I grew up without a father
I grew up without parents
The backwoods are my home
My house
My house is on the berry shrubs
The sky is intricately embroidered
The Big Dipper is well made
I wonder how my life is
I wonder
The life of me, dark-browed
Once my mother could
Once she could make an apple
I guess she planted a sapling
Couldn't tend to it
Once my mother could
Once she could make an apple
I guess she planted a sapling
Couldn't tend to it
It was put in a bad place
On the edge of a dark cloud
On the hard roots of the birch
Deep in the autumn night