A Los Mayores de Los Fernandez

Hey dad, I'll tell you what my brother told me,
he says that when it comes to love, you went too far,
that his addiction to skirts,
that's what you passed on to him,
that if he loves the ladies,
you also inherited that from him

Don't pay attention to this guy,
what he's telling you,
you already know him, you know he likes to gossip
I said that
you passed on to me the love for singing but about skirts and ladies,
I didn't say anything about that

Oh, you devilish boys,
stop arguing,
I know perfectly well,
your ways and your songs,
stop trying to fool me,
I know your intentions,
you won't get anything out of me...
I know you well, trucks

Let's keep singing and let the trumpet sound,
so that the bosses don't
prepare our suitcases

Look dad, today as we're airing our things,
I want to sing to you, my old man,
my most beautiful tune,
the one that says I love you,
how proud I am to live,
and that there's no other father like mine in the world

Look dad, today as we're airing our things,
I want to sing to you, my old man,
my most beautiful tune,
the one that says I love you,
how proud I am to live,
and that there's no other father like mine in the world

I appreciate your words and your shows of affection,
and even though you already have mustaches,
for me you're still children,
to talk about great loves,
I know it's never too late,
just as they love this man...
I also loved my father

Let's keep singing like grandpa used to sing,
throat, why do I want you,
if not to sing to the people