Like the oak with lots of knots and tight growth rings.
You can count over years and years.
Here, the depth of roots is only counted.
A story that has been passed down over the generations.
Can you hear how breathe my country?
The roots grew from the blood spots of your ancestors and got tight into this stone.
Listen, you have a reason and don't ask how much.
Your worldly goods are here.
Your cradle broke into these rocks.
Don't let your dreams be shattered
......
Like the oak with lots of knots and tight growth rings.
You can count over years and years.
Here, the depth of roots is only counted.
A story that has been passed down over the generations.
Can you hear how breathe my country?
The roots grew from the blood spots of your ancestors and got tight into this stone.
Listen, you have a reason and don't ask how much.
Your worldly goods are here.
Your cradle broke into these rocks.
Don't let your dreams be shattered
......