Paroles et traduction La Oreja de Van Gogh - El Arbol

El Arbol

Era una tarde de mucho calor,
Se pararon a descanzar.
Bajo las sombras de un sauce lloron,
Comenzaron a soñar.
Se hiso de noche,
Ella no estaba,
Él desperto, era un juego de sombras.
Pasaron horas, muchas mañanas.
Tardes enteras buscado su calor.
Y nunca imaginó, quién provocó
Su soledad.
El arbol que robó, su ilusión, su corazón.
Él a ese viejo árbol se acercó,
Y de pronto descbubrió,
Que no eran gotas lo que resvalaba,
Eran lágrimas de su amor.
Se fue acercando,
Y lentamenten se unió al cuerpo de su enemigo.
En su interior, pudo escuchar,
Esos latidos que le quitaron todo, pero
Nunca imaginó, quién provocó,
Su soledad.
El árbol que robó,
Su ilusión, su corazón.
Nunca imaginó, quién provocó,
Su soledad.
Y el árbol que le robó,
Su ilusión, su corazón.
Su corazón.
Su corazón.
Su corazón.
Su corazón.

The Tree

It was an afternoon of great heat,
They stopped to rest.
Under the shadows of a weeping willow,
They began to dream.
Night fell,
She wasn't there,
He woke up, it was a play of shadows.
Hours passed, many mornings.
Whole afternoons searching for her warmth.
And he never imagined who caused
His loneliness.
The tree that stole, his hope, his heart.
He approached that old tree,
And suddenly discovered,
That what was running down it were not drops,
They were tears of her love.
He got closer,
And slowly joined his body to his enemy's.
Inside it, he could hear,
Those heartbeats that took everything from him, but
He never imagined who caused,
His loneliness.
The tree that stole,
His illusion, his heart.
He never imagined who caused,
His loneliness.
And the tree that stole,
His illusion, his heart.
His heart.
His heart.
His heart.
His heart.