Arbol Rojo
Gazpacho
Red Tree
Their souls are today
Two red souls
And it is their heart
That is green
You have to perceive it, it's a matter of feeling
The connection that fades away
It's a matter of living the book of the great writer
Follow their footsteps
And if necessary collide
With that great wall
That we call the world today
Who says destiny
Is a thing of tales
Who says dying
Is a matter of living
They stopped to observe
The tree, the red tree
They joined and of course
They never separated
They were born both
In the same neighborhood
You can't escape
What has already been written
The same scents colors corners they walked
Knowing where to go but no one is so wise
And being able to swim in their written verses
With sweet ink and look at that sky
Painted with ten thousand moons
Who says destiny
Is a thing of tales
Who says dying
Is a matter of living
They stopped to observe
The tree, the red tree
They joined and of course
They never separated
