El Viejo

Stopped for a moment to rest his weary gaze
After so many years of seeing
Leaning on the wind, almost dawn
In the cold, he found the sidewalk

Good evening, Don Simon, the bottle is empty
The bar is already closed
Don't rush, don't rush, I'll show you the way

And finally, my father arrived
With his liver and soul wasted by so much alcohol
He knocked on the door, my mother opened it
And he got lost in the deepest sleep

He was an old dreamer, funny, he was the best
A really good guy, I remember well
He built with love other people's dreams
The man was an artist, a professional bricklayer

And my father fell asleep
With so much alcohol running through his veins
He never woke up, and my mother
Cried for so many days, so much she cried

He was an old dreamer, funny, he was the best
A really good guy, I remember well
As inheritance, he left me an old empty wallet
To fill it up myself

And my father fell asleep, with so much alcohol running through his veins
He never woke up, my father, and never saw the light of a new day
And here I am, by his lonely and cold grave
Missing the one who still lives in this song
Missing the old man and his lion's den