I woke up before my clock chimed today
The storm of yesterday passed already
It rained and everywhere was cleaned
I began to write in no time
I'm a snaggy and branched tree
In the forest
I'm waiting for spring
Your name is written on my bole
A drop of yours has become the sea on my lip
I have written poems for you, would you read them, tell me?
I have everything about you in my heart, I have kept and loved them
Would you give your hand and hold my hands, tell me?
I'm a snaggy and branched tree
In the forest
I'm waiting for my water
Your name is written on my bole