Arbol (en inglés)

Arbol

My heart, my heart
It is not broke ...
I cry for you, is that I am at very mad,
Hear your you always see your garlic
Although these are no longer here
"I have the ojas tree of your loneliness
The story of the tree farms in your solitude "
And I hope that one day ..
I come to find ..

The sun is a sea,
The sun is a sea of lies,
Empesaste a conversation,
And not find the exit,
And now it's my turn to speak
And now ... It's my turn to speak,
"I have the ojas tree of your loneliness
Ojas story of the tree of your solitude "
And I hope that some day I come to find.
Ah, ah, ah ...