Árbol Del Bosque

Forest tree, 500 years
You were a seed, you will be a guitar
Your dry leaves will be the earth
And your roots water snakes
You are living wood
Wind that blows
You are the flight
Of the elders
And their songs
When their crying turns into laughter
You become
A sweet breeze
You breathe with life
You breathe with life
River water
You are the sap
Of all life
Essence and prism
Crucible of the sky and its colors
Always flowing, always the same
You are the eternal blood
You are the eternal blood
Hot stone
You come from within
From the depths
And slowly burning
Violently they are seen
You are destroying
Shaping the mountain
With your torment
Witness of history
Show us your memory
Forest tree
Wind that blows
River water
Hot stone
Ooooh ooh ooh ooh oooooh
Forest tree