El Duraznero
Esther Marisol
The Peach Tree
Girl, erase that date from the peach tree
And forget that a radiant sunny morning met you
Your skin was as white as in my dreams
And in the gold of your hair, my sad life dazzled
However, my tenderness, my treasure
Was nourished by the sap of your affection for that love
Because when it left, I swear to God, my heart
Was not alone because I suffered for both
Because when it left, I swear to God, my heart
Was not alone because I suffered for both
However, my tenderness, my treasure
Was nourished by the sap of your affection for that love
Because when it left, I swear to God, my heart
Was not alone because I suffered for both
Because when it left, I swear to God, my heart
Was not alone because I suffered for both
