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