As the madness and pain,
Go ridiculed nature,
Knock on the door
And looking for the entrance,
In response, they only silence ....
Oh, how wonderful in this world
And mocking beauty
And the beauty of the children love,
Not knowing falsehood and insults,
But the beauty answer for everything,
In the spring, the trees in the marvelous color,
Growing up from the depths of the grave.