"Hello, my tree, how are you?
I would like to say a word to you,
I just want to tell you that:
now I need your wisdom.
I'm a dreamer without dreams,
I know the Earth and I know the sea;
maybe I'm a painter with no brush
And silence is my canvas:
Shout,
Over your storm,
Over your night,
Old words and strong wine in your heart;
You, like a child,
With your big eyes,
You are the (only) winner.
"It'll go all for the best,
Over my storms and my nights.
I just want to tell you that:
now I need your big strength".
