Mi viejo [English translation]

He's a good guy, my old man,

he goes alone and waiting,

his sadness is long

because of so much walking.

I look at him from a distance,

but we are so different;

it's because he was born with the century

with trolleys and red wine.

Old, my dear old man

he already walks dully;

as if he was forgiving the wind

I'm your blood, my old man

I am your silence and your time.

He's got kind eyes

and a heavy shape;

age came down upon him

without a carnival or a krewe.

I've got the new years

and the man has got the old years;

he carries the pain inside

and he has got history without time.

Old, my beloved old man

now walks heavily;

as if forgiving the wind

I'm your blood, my old man

I am your silence and your time.