Ese que va por la calle

He says we are lost in the times we live in
And that men from before didn't wear earrings
He also says that catcalls on the street have disappeared
That old things are no longer valued

That a little tree is planted
And even if the fallow land is watered
A stick must be placed for it to grow strong and straight
And that a little boy is the same

He bet his whole life when no one else did
He planted a flag with my name
That one who walks down the street with 70 springs

He was my feet and my hands when I started in this life
And he held me in his arms when I was a child and couldn't see
With him, my first steps when I kept falling
And my first white lie

And respecting my mother, he showed me in this life
That besides being a good father, he loved her with his soul
May not even the air touch her!

He bet his whole life when no one else did
He planted a flag with my name
That one who walks down the street with 70 springs

I owe to that man with white hair what he fought for
He removed from his lips what I desired
And he worked hard so that I wouldn't lack bread
That's why I love him so much

He taught me that a man's word is the most important
To speak clearly, to be simple and sincere
Having only one face

He bet his whole life when no one else did
He planted a flag with my name
That one who walks down the street with 70 springs

You are for me the present and the past of that little boy
With the sweat of your brow, you built a castle in the air
You were always by my side, being my father and my friend
And the talisman of my luck

In good times and bad, you are still with me
And sometimes I hold onto the stick when I feel lost
How the years have passed

He bet his whole life when no one else did
He planted a flag with my name
That one who walks down the street with 70 springs