Beneath the shades of trust
Under the open arms of thee,
You face pain, face the earthy dust
But you are my sweetest tree.

... Never ever you let a drop,
Or even the rude sun touch me.
Beneath the shades, you pour only love
And nurture me like a bee.

Some shattered hopes, some broken dreams,
All was lost until you came with glee.
And then, all was here, all forever,
Thank you, my sweetest tree del moco See More