I can tell you the story of men and trees,
While horizons sleep in the abode of peace.
There was a tree so tall and slim,
With limbs so beautiful and thin.
Oh, it was in the sprawl of spring,
When branches were in green.
Men cut it with a praising song
To god so sad and forlorn.
Oh, it was in the sprawl of death,
When a blackcap lost her nest.
So, behind the centuries untold,
People say, how it was tall...
I can tell you the story of men and trees,
While horizons sleep in the abode of peace.
The story of men and trees
© Copyright: Андрей Каплун, 2012
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