2021.11.09.
Listen to me
Take your pleas to the riverTake your pleas to the forest
People in cities don't have time
Listen to me, listen to me
Take your complaints to the fields
Take your complaints to the meadows
There are saints waiting near the roads
Listen to me, listen to me
Don't cry on wet rocks
Don't cry, where there are already plenty of tears
There near the road, a dry tree waits
Listen to me, listen to me
You'll cry, and it'll be more beautiful
Of all of them, it will grow to be the biggest
Your worries will be a lot lighter
Listen to me, listen to me
Take your complaints to the meadows
Take your complaints to the forest
The trees in the forests have a lot of time
Listen to me, listen to me
Listen to me, listen to me