Para Mi Vieja
Hernán Arias
For My Old Lady
Strong soul was my old lady
As tough as a rock
Mix of quebracho and pollen
Where my life was formed
The hardships of life
Shrunk on her forehead
Because the years she lived
Taught her to be strong
From the school of suffering
She also had some lessons
That's why she told me
Being honest is wealth
The fruit of her advice
She left me when she passed
Today serves as my experience
To sustain my life
As soon as dawn broke
She looked at the morning star
While the little fire burned
She danced towards the pigsties
As tough as Lila
In this land, there was no one like her
There are joyful times
When my old lady was alive
The tree, when it dies
Leaves grown fruits
That's why you always find
A chip off the old block
The fruit of her advice
She left me when she passed
Today serves as my experience
To sustain my life
