Es Un Buen Tipo Mi Viejo
Facundo Cortez y Augusto Cabra
He's a good guy my old man
He's a good guy my old man
Who walks alone and waiting
Has long sadness
From walking so much
I look at it from afar
But we are so different
It's just that it grew with the century
With tram and red wine
My old dear old
Now he walks slowly
Like forgiving the wind
I am your blood, my old man
I am your silence and your time
He has good eyes
And a heavy figure
Age caught up with him
Without carnival or parade
I have new years
And the man the old years
The pain takes him inside
And it has stories without time
My old dear old
Now he walks slowly
Like forgiving the wind
I am your blood, my old man
I am your silence and your time
I am your blood, my old man
I am your silence and your time
I am your blood, my old man
