Текст песни Гио ПиКа - Во благо

Bad news from the forest: a tree was dying,
No, I did not believe you that everything was lost like that.
To the side of the chips with axes,
It is said, done, logs to the ground on ...

My native tree has died
It’s dead, what a sorrow.
It is in a huge forest, it is like a drop in the sea.
Who will conquer with axes, and someone involuntarily.

Yes, you die, finally for the good -
The steam from you is life-giving moisture.
Not a kind, not a surname, not a coat of arms, not a flag.
An old nag for nothing, but from a log house - a hanger.

The tree will die for good
The offensive smell of wood, rot, stench.
And it stank of me, I stupidly stood by my side
And for good, all the paper died under my pen.