El Viejo Roble
Los Internacionales de Durango
The Old Oak Tree
In my town there's an old oak tree
That with time is drying up
People say it's not the same
Its trunk is already leaning
The old oak tree is drying up
Only a few remain
Planted in the same year
The other oaks have already dried up
That oak tree I'm telling you about
Now has a hundred years
But time hasn't been able to uproot it from below
I love that oak tree very much
Because that oak tree is my father
My little old man of a hundred years, I will never forget you
The old oak tree is drying up
Only a few remain
Planted in the same year
The other oaks have already dried up
That oak tree I'm telling you about
Now has a hundred years
But time hasn't been able to uproot it from below
I love that oak tree very much
Because that oak tree is my father
My little old man of a hundred years, I will never forget you
