Listen to me…

Stop it! children
Don't hurt me more and more
I beg your pardon
you are falling behind
behind in the feelings of love and care
rise, rise up and up
still you have enough time

are you hearing to my cries?
Oh! Son of mine
help your brothers
rivers, forests and nature
save your brothers and sisters
keep them away from your selfish manner

help trees to sway, rivers to flow
and birds to sing their sweet, lovely songs
help them to live their life with freedom.

Don't cut the trees for timber and wood
treat everyone nicely and be good
listen to me children
make my dream true

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