La Nieve de Los Años

My hair is turning white
All of it
The snow of the years
Is falling on me now
My forehead will wrinkle
From so many springs
I want to live peacefully
And rest in peace

I asked Jesus Christ
To allow me one day
To return to my homeland
And kiss its land
So that when I die
They bury my body
Next to my dear mother
And rest in peace

My guitar that always
Was my faithful companion
That always in my sorrows
Inspired me with its strings
And now that with the years
I want to be close to her
Waiting for her to die
So I can die

My guitar that always
Was my faithful companion
That always in my sorrows
Inspired me with its strings
And now that with the years
I want to be close to her
Waiting for her to die
So I can die