El Viejo Naranjo
Joan Sebastian
The Old Orange Tree
The old orange tree no longer provides shade
It hasn't bloomed for three years
It has a thousand thorns on its branches
These are the sorrows that your goodbye left behind
The old orange tree no longer provides 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 bears 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 provides shade
It's dried up, I'm going to burn it
And if I burn your memory with it
I'm going to plant a new orange tree again
The old orange tree no longer provides 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 bears 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
