Árbol solo

One stormy night, made us meet,
when she, from a downpour wanted to escape.
She came to me, very hurt wanting to cry;
and by healing her wounded soul, I fell in love.
My roots, and my shade don't understand why,
when the new day arrived, she flew away.
Oh dove, if only I knew where you are.
I feel that if she doesn't return, I will wither away.
In my dream, the sorrow burns me as I run;
if you don't come back, little dove, I can't grow.
If the earth let me go, I would go look for her;
I would cross the wide sky and the waters of the sea.
The autumn is to blame for not seeing her anymore,
because it left me without leaves, without shade to give.
Oh dove, if only I knew where you are.
I feel that if she doesn't return, I will wither away.