It is blowing from north
To south, east and west
The trees are crying
Yes, they are terrified

Some trees are falling
I hear the ground complaining
Who is to blame?
The wind or the farmer

I hear the tune change
The good tune of the birds
The birds are weeping
Their chicks have died

The world is worried
The cost of the loss
The beauty is gone
The green color of the world

Now it is desolate
No laughter
No joy
The good plans are gone.