Viejo

Under your temples so many years were cradled
That accumulated your honesty and your perseverance
And in your head white hairs matured
Such experience that I wish I had
Very proud to be a son of your lineage
I come to sing to you with the harp this song
Because you are the shading oak of my figure
And you have sheltered with love and tenderness
The constant faith that your guardianship means

Old man, you are my old man, my blood
With pride I shout
I am part of your flesh, of your life and your vigor
I want to brighten your sunburned dark circles
Old man, how could I repay
So much happiness that you sowed
In the tree of my childhood that grew with its shade
Today the fragrance that its essence left me lulls me, old man

I know that I am the beloved old man's hope
And I know that I am a little tree that he planted
On the land of his love and longing
Under the shadow of his life and his courage
That's why I, who am the colt of his years
That with affection in his own way formed me
I will trot through the savannah of his effort
And galloping show that you are the owner
Of this horse that is such a good runner

Old man, you are my old man, my blood
With pride I shout
I am part of your flesh, of your life and your vigor
I want to brighten your sunburned dark circles
Old man, how could I repay
So much happiness that you sowed
In the tree of my childhood that grew with its shade
Today the fragrance that its essence left me lulls me, old man