I stand in roots without clothes and boots.
I feel how you hate people. I knew
Oh, General Sherman I will fight for you.
If you die, I’ll die with you.
I grasp with bare hands
At your powerful red bark
And I climb.
One hundred meters
And I’ll be on heaven
And climb.
There are no courts and laws
Only freedom hopes
And climb.
What does expect us?
Why I don’t feel my arms?
And climb.
I climbed all the forces
For all noted crosses
I cry.
I stand on the crown of tree
I look through my remembrances
In sky.
And horror of silence
Will add to the world of brightness
I fly…
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