When a young boy defends his rights sometimes he loses and cries When an adult man fights for his life he can be killed and die When a child breaks into a cry of pain it can be excused But when a man betrays his folk and faith his name would be cursed The words are forgotten and sorrow will carry away by wind and rain But rivers don't change their flow nor when my broken heart is full of pain
Chorus: A tree grows from the soil according to Nature's work So my heart belongs to my faith, family and folk
When steel was used in the making of the sword warrior fought and died He defended his country and folk, he knew that ”Might is Right” When a young boy loses his fight he at least tried to stand But when a folk sells its heritage and land it is the beginning of the end
The words are forgotten and sorrow will carry away by wind and rain But rivers don't change their flow nor when my broken heart is full of pain
Chorus: A tree grows from the soil according to Nature's work So my heart belongs to my faith, family and folk