He takes his can, sets out for his tree He's doing this every week This tree accompanied him his whole life It sees him laughing, but also cry While watering this tree We can watch both growing Shafts of sunlight on his skin He sees gratitude in the wind And he knows he's not the only gardener And that a time comes, when trees can grow on their own Water drop for water drop Tear for tear This tree, has a history Once it was just a seed And he knows that this shows That a small seed can become a big tree Shafts of sunlight on his skin He sees gratitude in the wind And he knows he's not the only gardener And that a time comes, when trees can grow on their own And he knows he's not the only gardener And that a time comes, when trees can grow on their own And he hopes that summer comes already in spring And he hopes that summer comes already in spring And he hopes that summer comes already in spring So that he can profit from its warmth, from its warmth