Coplas Para Mi Vino Grillo

I know people who have lost their dreams, their hopes
And I learned over the years that life gives second chances
That's why when I wake up, I say good morning and give thanks

Because advice is free, I never give it or ask for it
What's good for a father may not be for a son
There are those who cook to their liking and those who eat scraps

I know I'm not a wonder nor wasted time
Since I am a father and son and spirit, I am trinity
I don't know if it's little or much, but if I love you, I serve

My verse is not presumptuous, nor do I write about resentful
It has the voice and skin of the town and of my land that cricket
That spills over the soul the old joy of wine

I know we are just a flash of life
That's why I don't understand hatred, vanity, injustice
Why the closed hand if I can't caress

I may be judging myself when I judge a fellow
That's why I'm not quick and final if I judge
I take care when throwing the stone so I don't have to bend down

Death in its eternal wandering, when it takes a break
It lives a moment, loves, sings, cries, and dreams
And in myself, I enjoy and live before it dies again

My verse is not presumptuous, nor do I write about resentful
It has the voice and skin of the town and of my land that cricket
That spills over the soul the old joy of wine