There's hope for a tree that has been cut down
It can come back to life and sprout
Even though its roots grow old
And its stump dies in the ground
With water it'll sprout like a young flower

But we die and that's the end
We die, and where are we then?

Like rivers that stop running,
And lakes that go dry
People die, never to rise
They will never wake up while endures the sky

If a man dies, can he come back to life?
But I will wait for better times
I will wait for better times

When we die, is not the end
We die but we can born again
A new life when the pain will end
Just as long as a tree we will stand