El Arbol
Adan Chalino Sanchez
The Tree
Here I will be
Until this tree sprouts again
Because it has not been able to give
A flower that pleases me
The first flower it gives
Will be for my father
To take it
To the grave where he lies
My father died
My pride is gone
My father died
My treasure is gone
Tyrant death
You took what was mine
And since then
The tree dried up
My father died
My pride is gone
My father died
My treasure is gone
Tyrant death
You took what was mine
And since then
The tree dried up
