O Tannenbaum

Sans paroles

If I take your clothes,
what remains?
If I take your job, your career,
what remains?
If further I take your family and
your friends from you,
what remains?
If then I steal your belongings,
material and immaterial,
what remains?
If afterwards I destroy your ideals,
your wishes too, then shatter your dreams,
what remains?

Who are you?