La Yaveña

The tiny tree
that I lovingly cared for
being green, flowery, and tender
winter came and dried it up

The spell of my soul has gone
and my joy has also gone
in an instant I have lost everything
where have you gone, my beloved?

Chorus
On its dry and dormant branches
a lark sang alone and wounded
to the tiny tree
it came to die

The tree with green leaves
gave me anguish, gave me pain
but on its forgotten dry branches
the evil of love made its nest

But one night, mercifully, the wind
saw my torment and scattered it
but its quiet and silent shadow
erased it as if nothing happened.