Mein Freund der Baum [English translation]

I wanted to see you again for a long time,

My old childhood friend,

There were some things I wanted to tell you,

And I knew you to understand.

Even as a little girl I came to you with all children worries.

I felt safe with you,

And all sorrow flew away.

When I wept in your arm,

You stroke my hair with your green leaves, my old friend.

My friend, the tree, is dead,

He fell in the early dawn.

You fell this morning, I came too late,

Never again you will sway in the wind,

Felled you must lie roadside,

And quite a few people who go by don't respect the remains of life

And rip at your green branches,

Which bow down to the earth dying.

Who will now give me the repose

Which I found in your shadow?

I lost my best friend,

Who connected me with childhood.

My friend, the tree, is dead, ...

Soon there will grow a house of glass and stone,

Where they have chopped him off,

Soon grey walls will soar there,

Where he lies in the sunshine.

Maybe a miracle will happen,

Secretly I will wait for,

Maybe a garden will blossom in front of the house,

And he will be revived.

But then he will be weak and small,

And even when many years will have gone by,

He never will be the same.

My friend, the tree, ...