The Last Tree Lyrics

And where were you

When we cut through

The last tree of the forest?

The hills are brown

Only soil left around

And a little trace of regret

And don't you dare take a breath of air

Do you really need it?

There's not much left, take half a breath

Think of your poor mother

What was woodland once

Will be woodland again

Julie is quite certain

But the nights grow cold

And as the chill takes hold

We'll miss the last tree of the forest

And don't you dare take a breath of air

Do you really need it?

There's not much left, take half a breath

Think of your poor family

Land is bare, food is scarce

Our Leader speaks, we turn to prayers

Don't be afraid, a plan has been made

Repeat after me what the doctors agree:

Don't you dare take a breath of air

Unless you really need it

There's not much left, so take half a breath

Think of your poor soldiers