El Verano
Alejandro Durán
Summer
I come to tell you, my companions
Summer has arrived! Summer has arrived!
Then you will see the trees crying
Watching their dresses fall
Those who have spread with such pleasure
Because winter gives them joy
One by one they see them fall
Now it's time for the fields to cry!
Those who have spread with such pleasure
Because winter gives them joy
One by one they see them fall
Now it's time for the fields to cry!
I'm going to look for a sturdy tree
Summer tree! Summer tree!
So that when January comes
I have my business done!
Seize the happy moment
Because in life I like to enjoy
Whoever doesn't seize it doesn't know how to live!
In summer, there's no shade
Seize the happy moment
Because in life I like to enjoy
Whoever doesn't seize it doesn't know how to live!
In summer, there's no shade
If I find the tree I want
Shady tree! Shady tree!
I laugh at the one who's alone
Under my summer tree
And the sun rays caress me
One by one they come to me
To illuminate me with their radiance
So that the happy moment passes
And the sun rays caress me
One by one they come to me
To illuminate me with their radiance
So that the happy moment passes
Trees smiling are rarely seen
In summer! In summer!
Rather, the fields are seen destroyed
By the northeast breezes
The clouds pass with their vanity
Forming traces of breeze in heaps
The weak leaves fall with pain
It's their turn to roll on the ground!
The clouds pass with their vanity
Forming traces of breeze in heaps
The weak leaves fall with pain
It's their turn to roll on the ground!
When the trees are leafless
They are not looked at! They are not looked at!
At that moment they suffer the deep wound
That summer produces
In those months they don't live happily
They are whipped by the wind and the sun!
The sad leaves have to live
Pale, dry, without any value
In those months they don't live happily
They are whipped by the wind and the sun!
The sad leaves have to live
Pale, dry, without any value
February comes without freshness
In our land! In our land!
Then March comes; the whiteness is seen
Showing the spring
Then March comes, in the land another face
Of happiness is seen!
The rain comes, the breeze goes away
The green leaves start to grow!
Then March comes, in the land another face
Of happiness is seen!
The rain comes, the breeze goes away
The green leaves start to grow!
