Mi Querido, Mi Viejo, Mi Amigo
Cuco
My Dear, My Old Man, My Friend
Those white, beautiful hair of yours
That tired, deep talk
That reads everything I write
And teaches me so much about the world
Those slow steps of now
Always walking with me
Have already run so much in life
My dear, my old man, my friend
That life full of stories
And wrinkles marked by time
Memories of old victories
Are tears shed to the wind
Your sweet and serene voice calms me
And offers me shelter and warmth
It seeps into my soul
My dear, my old man, my friend
Your past lives in the present
In the experiences felt
In your conscious heart
Of the beautiful things in life
Your genuine smile encourages me
Your wise advice guides me
I open my heart and say
My dear, my old man, my friend
I have said almost everything
And almost everything is little
Compared to what I feel
Looking at your beautiful hair
I open my heart and say
My dear, my old man, my friend
Looking at your beautiful hair
I open my heart and say
My dear, my old man, my friend
Looking at your beautiful hair
I open my heart and say
My dear, my old man, my friend
