Meu Velho (Mi Viejo)

He's a good guy, my old man
Who walks alone and carrying
His infinite sadness
From so much walking

I study him from afar
Because we are different
He grew up with the times
Of respect and the most faithful

Old man, my dear old man
Now walks slowly
As if forgiving the wind
I am your blood, my old man
Your silence and your time

His eyes are so serene
His figure is tired
By age he was defeated
But he walks his path

I live the days of today
In you the past reminds
Only pain and suffering
Have their timeless story

Old man, my dear old man
Now walks slowly
As if forgiving the wind
I am your blood, my old man
Your silence and your time

Old man, my dear old man
I am your blood, my old man
Your silence and your time
Old man, my dear old man