Uuuu ...
All things in the world
Are in place
There are things of the earth
There are things from the sea
You can not bring the forest
And put there in the living room
And the last remaining animal
Take pro son play

CHORUS
The rose is more beautiful in rose
The mink die for being a beautiful animal
Why does man have to burn the wood?
Rubbish attracts rubbish and makes us much harm
What lasted one hundred years have gone by in seconds
On fire, smoke, ashes on the floor
Why is it that all the beauty of the world
That graces our eyes dies in our hands?

One more thing
I will not stop talking
Place the child is not in the street
They are entitled to a home