A Mi Padre

A box with carpenter's tools,
A carved portrait when he was a worker,
A house that without his laughter is empty,
That place reminds me so much of my father,
When he was alive
Under a cedar tree, he showed his cunning,
In that way, he drove away a bit of melancholy,
And he died like the sun sets behind the horizon,
Day after day, night after night,
He knew it.
Wherever you are,
Where your soul led by the Lord,
You will never die, you will always be inside me,
You are the blood inside my heart,
Your memory is a blessing to me,
His figure was bending with time,
And the mix of alcohol in his blood was consuming him,
And his eyes were losing the sparkle that life gives,
It was his old age, his journey was ending,
It was the departure,
His face already showed the mark of time,
Intoxicated, loneliness was consuming him,
He was an old man of strong character and without a complaint,
He left, it seemed like he wanted to end,
With the suffering,
You were the kindest word I have known,
Without being proud, you were my best friend,
The one who took care of me and called my attention,
The one who worked hard for bread and a good coat.
As a child, you gave me attention and great affection,
And as a teenager, I thought you were my executioner,
Now that I understand, you were almost like a god,
How could I forget to say, father, father!
You will always be with me

Uh-uh-uh ah-ah-ah.