The skies open before me
A broken moon streaks across the night
A mourning of trees laid to waste

My soul is shattered
The forests burnt to dust
A mountain of progress
Sharpens the knife of time

Grant us this
Long live the trees
Grant us this
Long live the works of creation

Avraham, Issak, Yakov
Strengthen us to guard his works
Sarah, Rivka, Rachel, Ooch’Leah
We will plant the seeds for the next generation

Regrow as trees in the ashes of time
Reborn with a heart that bleeds
Ki heikhi d’shtalu li abahati shtali namei lobrai