I still can hear those "damned" screams
Those "dark" sounds beating my ears
I can´t remember how far,
How close to the roots i was

There´s no tree without roots
There´s no tree without branchs

Those who were born near to roots place
Think they´re owners of knowledge
But young branchs make fun of them
Thinking time´s up for the olders

I don´t know and i don´t care
Up or down,or right,or left
Old or new,past or present
Cause main source remains the same

There´s no tree without roots
There´s no tree without branchs