El Árbol de Mi Destino

Yesterday I planted a little tree
At the edge of my destiny
With the luminous time
I was happy and it grew

But one very dark day
I saw that its
Golden leaves were withering
Golden leaves were withering

Its world of eternal dreams
Turned into nothing
Time passed very fragile
The nights and the mornings

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