There is a river under this orange tree,

The tree of my childhood has stars on its crown,

And golden fishes at the base of its trunk,

I swing in blue waters,

To save the dreams of my beloved friends.

My orange tree has blossoming in golden white,

From the teenagers of my first love,

It was summer with wild birds and everything was fine.

He has sleep under that tree, wishing to kiss my fired lips,

Burning my heart I knew, the orange tree kept his last words of love.

A heart was drawn by him with the trees sap,

In dreams I write over and over my lover’s name.

My orange tree sings songs of war,

From memories of the disappear,

And keeps the words once left of love.

Since I was only a girl of FIVE,

 I claimed to the top, to see the smallest houses made of wood,

When I reached twelve I sang from my heart,

I say good bye to the orange tree,

Never thinking I would not return.

After fifteen year’s of black nights and rain,

My orange tree has oranges in blue,

They keep my first love’s breath,

I sleep tonight under its trunk,

Listening the river of my love’s voice.

I travel in blue waters to my orange tree,

I see orange fishes flying up high

Reaching the flowers on my golden tree,

I plant its orange seeds carefully in the soil of my lover’s grave.

I eat the last orange to keep the memories with me forever.