El Árbol
La Oreja de Van Gogh
The Tree
It was a very hot afternoon
When they stopped to rest
Under the branches of a weeping willow
They began to dream
Night fell, she was not there
The forest was a play of shadows
Hours passed, many mornings
Whole afternoons looking for her warmth
And he never imagined
Who caused
His loneliness, oh yeah
The tree that stole
His illusion
His heart
He approached that old tree
And suddenly discovered
That it wasn't drops sliding down
They were tears of his love
He got closer, and slowly
He joined the body of his enemy
And inside, he managed to hear
Those heartbeats they took from him, but
And he never imagined
Who caused
His loneliness, oh yeah
The tree that stole
His illusion
His heart
He never imagined
Who caused
His loneliness, oh yeah
The tree that stole
His illusion
His heart
His heart
His heart
His heart
His heart
