歌词翻译 (English)
The Tree in the Story
Not that tree in the story,
It's a tree not too old.
The morning sun shines on the water so limpid,
The brook flows, sneaking by the tree;
Several fishes, that are so beautiful,
Shuttle happily among pebble stones.
A lot of green grass with dewdrops
Covers the hue of earth beneath the tree;
Occasionally here fly some so ugly birds,
Looking around, hopping among leaves.
Oh, it's again your big thick book with torn cover,
And so interminable and endless whys.
Oh, it's again my broken guitar with peeling paint,
And so interminable and endless nursery rhymes.
How luxuriant the tree is!
But no cidada or caterpillar has ever nested on it.