Why do the woods bear no more needles?
Why does no more leaf hold at the bush?
Why does the flower not grow on the wayside any more?
Why does no fish swim in the water?
Why does it not rain any more?
Why does no animal run on the steppe?
Why does the sun burn so hotly?
Mischief drives because be earth, man on this.
Would there not be man?
the tree would bear needles.
The leaves of the bush sway in the wind.
The flowers spread as a carpet.
Many fish swim in the water.
It rains, nature it grows.
The game on the steppe runs playfully around
And the sun does not have the strength to burn the earth any more.
This everything may sound so hard,
the truth so sadly also is.
Man in his life,
one only has made,
only dung.