Goodbye friend, it's hard for me to speak.
Everyday that passes, it's harder.
I want to tell you many things,
The pain is big, I don't have words. (X2)
Like a tree planted, upright, known.
An odd wind barren its roots.
The tree is growing over the years,
Climbed, climbed, touched the clouds,
Borne fruit and shade for the weary,
As natural.
And as the tree the human grew too,
Inheritance want like everyone else.
The god gave and only God will take,
You're my friend and a brother.
Goodbye friend, it's hard for me to speak.
Everyday that passes, it's harder.
I want to tell you many things,
The pain is big, I don't have words.
The tree is growing...
Goodbye friend...