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The Tree

La Oreja de Van Gogh

El Árbol

Era una tarde de mucho calor
Cuando pararon a descansar
Bajo las ramas de un sauce llorón
Comenzaron a soñar

Se hizo de noche, ella no estaba
El bosque era un juego de sombras
Pasaron horas, muchas mañanas
Tardes enteras buscado su calor

Y nunca imagino
Quién provoco
Su soledad, oh yeah

El árbol que robo
Su ilusión
Su corazón

El a ese viejo árbol se acercó
Y de pronto descubrió
Que no eran gotas lo que resbalaba
Eran lágrimas de su amor

Se fue acercando, y lentamente
Se unió al cuerpo de su enemigo
Y en su interior, logró escuchar
Esos latidos que le quitaron, pero

Y nunca imagino
Quién provoco
Su soledad, oh yeah

El árbol que robo
Su ilusión
Su corazón

Nunca imaginó
Quién provocó
Su soledad, oh yeah

El árbol que le robó
Su ilusión
Su corazón

Su corazón
Su corazón
Su corazón
Su corazón

The Tree

It was a very hot afternoon
When they stopped to rest
Under the branches of a weeping willow
They began to dream

Night fell, she was not there
The forest was a play of shadows
Hours passed, many mornings
Whole afternoons looking for her warmth

And he never imagined
Who caused
His loneliness, oh yeah

The tree that stole
His illusion
His heart

He approached that old tree
And suddenly discovered
That it wasn't drops sliding down
They were tears of his love

He got closer, and slowly
He joined the body of his enemy
And inside, he managed to hear
Those heartbeats they took from him, but

And he never imagined
Who caused
His loneliness, oh yeah

The tree that stole
His illusion
His heart

He never imagined
Who caused
His loneliness, oh yeah

The tree that stole
His illusion
His heart

His heart
His heart
His heart
His heart

Escrita por: Amaia Montero / Haritz Garde / Pablo Benegas