At the feet of a blossomed lemon tree
one night that I will never forget
to a swanky and boastful youngster
a girl gave all of her love
She believed the whole oath, and didn't see the falsehood
and she drowns in the anguish of feeling deserted
And under the shade of that lemon tree
which one day saw her smile so happily,
pulling her sorrows one by one
just like a rose, she was singing like this:
Lemon tree
oh, lemon, lemon tree!
Your girl, a youngster once told her
being dishonest and deceitful
"The way I haven't loved anyone in the world,
serrana1, that's the way I love you.
Have mercy on me, calm my pain".
Oh, lemon, lemon tree
my so loved lemon tree2
Through roads where bramble patches abound
she started rolling with the cross of her sorrows,
and so choked by the bile of her regrets
she fails to forget and forgive
But as years went by
the curse was fulfilled,
may another female betray him
just as he once betrayed.
And under the shade of that lemon tree
that blossomed, and was dried by time,
today he was seen crying his sorrow
for his disappointment, God's punishment.
Lemon tree
oh, lemon tree, lemon tree!
Your girl, a youngster once told her
being dishonest and deceitful
"The way I haven't loved anyone in the world,
serrana1, that's the way I love you.
Have mercy on me, calm my pain".
Oh, lemon, lemon tree
my so loved lemon tree
1. a. b. Girl who was born in/lives in the mountain range, the hills, the sierra.2. Literally "my lemon tree of my heart"