Pa' mí es igual

Here we are, the two of us, face to face,
give me your hand, crush mine;
misfortune has come on this day
to see if we are truly men.
Today I found out, I swear I cried
poor thing, your old lady, who would have thought,
so beautiful, so good, she loved me...
like you, who were her son, do you remember?

Spill out the pain, come sit down;
let's forget what has happened
that kept us apart for ten years
and the heart, without disgust, bandaged us.
Look at me, brother, it's been a long time
since we've seen each other, since we talked;
do you know we're old?, that we're graying
those gray hairs that today mark old age.

In the end, for a few braids and a mouth
redder than the blood of that afternoon;
neither of us were cowards;
you swung an axe at me... I dodged it.
Well, that happened. What? Are you crying?
Look, if my past hurts you...
after giving a kiss to the deceased
I'll leave, if you want, for me it's the same.