I just wanted to see you again, my old friend of childhood days.
I had so many things to say to you
And knew that you would understand me.
Already as a little girl I visited you
With all my problems.
I felt safe with you
And all grief flew away.
When I was weeping in your arm,
You have caressed my hair
With your green leaves,
My old friend.
Today you fell!
I came too late.
You will never sway in the wind again.
You have to lie chopped by the wayside.
Some passers-by do not respect the rest of life
And tear at your green boughs
Which bend to the earth, dying.
Who will give me the peace now
That I found in your shade?
I have lost my best friend
Who connected me to my childhood.
Soon a house made of glas and stone will grow
Where you have been chopped.
Soon grey walls will tower, there,
Where you lie in the sunshine.
Perhaps a miracle will happen?
I will wait for it secretly.
Perhaps in front of the house will bloom a garden
And my tree will come to life again.
But then he will be weak and small
And even when many years will have passed
He will nevermore be the same.