El Viejo Roble
Venados Del Valle
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
That its trunk
Is leaning
The old oak tree is drying up
Only a few remain
Planted in the same year
The other oaks have dried up
That oak tree I'm telling you about
Is now a hundred years old
But not even time
Has been able to uproot it
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 be able to forget you
The old oak tree is drying up
Only a few remain
Planted in the same year
The other oaks have dried up
That oak tree I'm telling you about
Is now a hundred years old
But not even time
Has been able to uproot it
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 be able to forget you
