Where are those clouds of the sky heading
and where does the sun set
Where do the stars spend their days
and from where arrives the full moon
Where are the migrating birds heading
and where does the white snow come from
Where do the leaves of the forest tree come from
Even though I wonder, I fathom not
But I do know that
they must be preserved
Them I'd never replace
Without them, melancholic would my life be
Without them, hard would everything be
Where do the waters of the forests come from
and where is the tiny fish heading
Where do the little flowers of the forests come from
Even though I wonder, I fathom not
But I do know that
they must be preserved
Them I'd never replace
Without them, melancholic would my life be
Without them, hard would everything be