El árbol [English translation]

It was quite a hot afternoon

when they stopped to rest.

Under the shadows of a weeping willow,

they began to dream.

The night befell, she wasn't there

and the forest was a game of shadows.

The hours went by, so did many mornings,

entire afternoons searching for her warmth.

And he never imagined

who caused his solitude.

The tree who stole

his hope, his heart.

He approached that old tree

and he suddenly found out that

the ones running down were not drops

but tears of his love.

He got approaching and slowly

joined the body of his enemy.

Inside it, he was able to listen to

those heartbeats that took everything away from him.

And he never imagined

who caused his solitude.

The tree who stole

his hope, his hear

And he never imagined

who caused his solitude.

The tree who stole

his hope, his hear

His heart.

His heart.

His heart.

His heart.