Here the lake can be smelled, safe waters
The trees can be heard if it winds, my early phases
A little way from the house, where the garbage is burning
A tree of my age is growing, the branches bear their weight already
I remember earth, rooted sprouts
I hear the voices of leavings, rusty gates
A little way to the south, behind the electric forest, grows
the big tree of the family, soon the branches are bearing their weight
Our children will stand at this place some day
And we plant a tree and it's branches bear their weight
And we plant a tree