El Árbol de Mi Destino

Yesterday I planted a little tree
On the edge of my destiny
With the bright sunshine
I was happy and it grew

But one very dark day
I saw that its leaves
Were wilting, all golden
Were wilting, all golden

Its world of endless dreams
Was turning into nothing
Time was passing so fragile
The nights and the mornings

I wasn't happy with the breeze
That caressed its leaves
Everything seemed so sad
The tree was dying on me
That dear little tree
The one that held my dreams
Now reflects my life
The mysteries are so strange

I wasn't happy with the breeze
That caressed its leaves
Everything seemed so sad
The tree was dying on me
That dear little tree
The one that held my dreams
Now reflects my life
The mysteries are so strange