The tree that saw me born
A leafless and flowerless tree
Raises in the ground its dry prayer
Asking the heaven to drink its color.
The tree that saw me born
Without branches that hold my skin,
Neither the wind sways it, nor it feels warm
Nor the birds sing their song to it.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ay
Who could bring you back the past!
The prelude of a day that came was gone.
The tree I looked so much,
Tired of waiting so much
Doesn't drink from the river passing nearby
Its old roots can't reach.
Friend, that I saw die
That never holds my skin,
The wind sways it, the heat warms it
And the birds sing their song to it.