Mother Earth’s belongings,

Oh, why do us beings steal them?

They are all parts of her,

Oh, why do us beings steal them?

 

Like the Sunda Island Tiger,

It belongs to dearest Mother.

What have we done to this species?

Her heart we must understand further.

 

The birch, oak trees, all their other family,

These things, why do we murder?

They also deserve their happily ever after.

Stop triggering Mother Earth.

 

Her fingers, why do we chop?

As we dig holes in our Mother.

She cares for us daily,

Oh, why are us beings so filthy?