My path was sowed with roses' thorns and I walked barefoot all the way
Besides the thorns there's always place where in happiness I could stay
If I had to live without some nature, I'll rest my soul in the mighty sky
And I will plant some trees in a potty, through their branches I could reach high
But once in a while I must return, to fill my soul with nature's strength
I am blessed to have her beauty, on a distance of one arm length
