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The Tree
In the garden of my house is the tree
That sings both on the leaves and on the wind,
That knows all that I like and that I feel,
That knows the song that through time I sing.
In the garden of my house is the tree
That tells me to be proud as he is,
That tells me to forever keep my head up,
Be it rain, be it sunshine, be it clouds: be like him!
The tree is proudly rising in my garden,
Full of harvest and of the heavy night,
Enemies have tried to bring it down
And watch it kneeling, bereft of might.
The tree is proudly rising in my garden,
Bedazed by the sun and the heavy light,
This tree belongs to the holy motherland,
And it will always be rooted in the ground.
In the garden of my house is the tree,
Standing guard, for better and for worse,
I feel its wood in my arms and I keep kissing it
And the tree suddenly changes: it is me!
The tree is proudly rising in my garden,
Full of harvest and of the heavy night,
Enemies have tried to bring it down
And watch it kneeling, bereft of might.
The tree is proudly rising in my garden,
Bedazed by the sun and the heavy light,
This tree belongs to the holy motherland,
And it will always be rooted in the ground.
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