Two little trees were born on my ranch,
two little trees that look like twins,
and from my little house I see them alone
under the holy shelter and light of heaven.
They are never separated from one another
because God wanted the two to be born together,
and, with their similar branches, they caress one another
as if they were spouses in love.
Little tree, little tree, beneath your shade
I will wait for the day to die exhausted,
and when I am alone gazing at the sky
I ask you to send me a companion.
Little tree, little tree, I feel lonely.
I want you to keep me company until I die.