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…