Yesterday I planted a little tree
at the frontier of my destiny
on a sunny time
it was happy and growing
But a very dark day
I saw that its leaves
yellowed they were withering
yellowed they were withering
its world of eternal dream
turned to nothing
it was passing time very fragile
the nights and the mornings
It wasn't happy with the breeze
caressing its leaves
everything seemed very sad
the tree was killing me
this beloved little tree
the one watching over my dreams
now it's reflecting my life
the mysteries are strange