A low murmur on the mountain, dew still clinging to the branches
The gentle breeze stirs like the forest's voice, enveloping the light
People struggle to walk through the land, slow as the rhythm of time
Each step imprinted holds the soul's resounding echo
The forest is not just a forest, but a place of beginnings
From tiny coffee beans to future dreams
The breath of the forest, in every brown bean
Coffee today tells stories from the beginning
From distant villages to bustling cities
People enjoying coffee carry the midday forest sounds
The forest resonates with the wind, echoing in the twilight
The red-hot donkeys cast their shadows on the struggling people
Many moonlit seasons have passed, many seasons of green vines have grown
Human love and the red earth have never been silent
To protect the forest is to protect ourselves, to protect ourselves is to protect our roots
From the past to the present, nothing has lost its roots
The breath of the forest still resonates here
In every warm cup of coffee each day
Coffee is hard to come, but the forest remains
In every story we share, the sun shining brightly
Deep forest, the wind ceases
People keep their promise
The breath of The forest is never far away
From that vast wilderness to the heart of the flower-filled city
Today's bitter coffee preserves this essence
The soul of the highlands lives in every moment
A low murmur on the mountain, dew still clinging to the branches
The gentle breeze stirs like the forest's voice, enveloping the light
People struggle to walk through the land, slow as the rhythm of time
Each step imprinted holds the soul's resounding echo
The forest is not just a forest, but a place of beginnings
From tiny coffee beans to future dreams
The breath of the forest, in every brown bean
Coffee today tells stories from the beginning
From distant villages to bustling cities
People enjoying coffee carry the midday forest sounds
The forest resonates with the wind, echoing in the twilight
The red-hot donkeys cast their shadows on the struggling people
Many moonlit seasons have passed, many seasons of green vines have grown
Human love and the red earth have never been silent
To protect the forest is to protect ourselves, to protect ourselves is to protect our roots
From the past to the present, nothing has lost its roots
The breath of the forest still resonates here
In every warm cup of coffee each day
Coffee is hard to come, but the forest remains
In every story we share, the sun shining brightly
Deep forest, the wind ceases
People keep their promise
The breath of The forest is never far away
From that vast wilderness to the heart of the flower-filled city
Today's bitter coffee preserves this essence
The soul of the highlands lives in every moment