El Viejo Naranjo
Joan Sebastian
The Old Orange Tree
The old orange tree no longer gives shade
It hasn't flowered for three years
It has a thousand thorns on its branches
They are the sorrows that your goodbye left
The old orange tree no longer gives shade
And my eyes no longer cry
They dried up when they were told
Nine hundred moons that you will not return
It no longer produces white flowers or fruit
It no longer produces oranges or flowers
And my chest has gone into mourning
Since the day I lost your love
The old orange tree no longer gives shade
It has dried up; I'm going to burn it
And if I burn your memory with it
I plant a new orange tree again
The old orange tree no longer gives shade
And my eyes no longer cry
They dried up when they were told
Nine hundred moons that you will not return
It no longer produces white flowers or fruit
It no longer produces oranges or flowers
And my chest has gone into mourning
Since the day I lost your love
