Текст песни
Me, I have- uh, that's my idol
A fruit-bearing tree
Because a fruit-bearing tree serves the creator
By growing, and by bearing fruits, and by having shade
I would love to serve the creator like a tree
Because a tree never, never mind if it's black, white, red
Uh, yellow people who is under his- its shade
And it's also
You know, it's also when it has fruit and if-
If people are trying to destroy it
They still do not stop giving oxygen for humans
Even they are- if they are mistreated, they are
Always giving, giving, giving
They don't mind if you are rich or you are poor
If you have one eye or one leg
If you look bad or you look good
They always serve you, so
That's how- that's my idol
If- I would love- this lifetime I would love to work on that
Like to serve people
My own people
Like a tree