A tree in desolate forest
Its brances are dead, its body is hungry
Its soil free, its face is barrel
Would you like it if it was human
What does it talk, who cares
Do you know every game
Their hair is whiter than snow
Exiled from the happy land
Some of them (gave up) on love, some of them (gave up) on their heads*
Do you know every single man
Who makes life out of life
Would you be born from any mother(?)