El Abuelo

That afternoon
Things weren't going very well with my thoughts
I went out for a walk in my neighborhood
My feet took me to the park
I sat on a bench
Suddenly a grandfather sat next to me
And he said to me, son

Hello, young man! - hello! - I come from 15th street
My name is Gabriel, widower of old Cristel
Maybe you don't care, but I see you're sad
Your eyes speak for you, tears resist

I don't know the reason for what attacks you
I can see auras and yours is a cyst
Sorry, am I bothering you? This old man persists
What could be so bad? Tell me what you lost

Hello! I'm Camilo, I haven't lost anything, calm down
Just that I don't know, I feel like I'm the lost one
I think too much and I haven't been able to fall asleep
I feel anchored, so much fame and so sunk

I sing, uncle, I'm somewhat known
But when I wasn't there were no problems
It's full spring and I feel so cold
Of course, I haven't found the woman, love is not mine

Nice to meet you, young man, I invite you to a cigarette
I don't know your music, but I congratulate you
You cry for nothing, what's left for this old man?
You're blessed, man, I don't see what the crime is

I'll tell you about my life of legends and myths
Married three times, separated more than five
I was a captain of a ship and tortured by the military
20 years of exile to Argentina, I can't explain

It was written when I lost my son
I died with him, but I revived in the ritual
You're a kid, oh, you remind me of little Pedro
How I miss him! Good years, I would relive them all

You're a musician, they call me Rambo, watch out for the mambo
We're colleagues, in my time I was the king of tango (wua)
Alcohol and drugs in my high rank
They consumed me, or else I'd still be singing

Many years saw me pass by (so many years)
Through the shadows of loneliness (loneliness)
And on my shoulders carrying a pain
That I didn't want to tell anyone

And now you give me your friendship (I thank you)
Reminding me who I was (Gabriel)
If I had the opportunity (if I could)
To ask forgiveness from my people

After having traveled through my own memories
I turned to look back at the grandfather
But he was no longer there

Now I think that every moment is not eternal
That we must make the most of our time
So that when we get old
We don't fall into regret