La Maleta Del Abuelo

Papapaparaparapapara
Parapapapaparaparaparapa
Paraparapaa
I can't believe
What I found today
Searching through boxes, I came across it
So old its skin
Holding memories, your loyal friend

Patent leather shoes
A can of starch
3 records and a black-and-white photo
Razor blade
His smoking pipe
A letter from a girl he wrote
Columbus's map
A brass ship
His magnifying glass and cardboard hat
Treasures he gives me, timeless and ageless

***Chorus***
I could
Today I felt his life
I knew he was always happy
Pieces of an old childhood
With a scent of licorice

Stories we three know
Trips, adventures from yesterday
We are his suitcase and I
The ones that hold
The secrets from when he was younger

Papapaparaparapapara
Parapapapaparaparaparapa
Paraparapaa

If you manage to change
Just like that, without thinking
I follow his journey by train and sea
I lived his story
I feel it so close to me
Right here

Colored marbles
Spinning tops without strings
Postcards that the friend received
His reading glasses
The key to the portal
His Sunday clothes without wrinkles
Coins and soap
The clock's hand
Poems he read to me one day
Treasures he gives me
Timeless and ageless

***Chorus***
I could
Today I felt his life
I knew he was always happy
Pieces of an old childhood
With a scent of licorice

Stories we three know
Trips, adventures from yesterday
We are his suitcase and I
The ones that hold
The secrets from when he was younger

Paparaparaparaa
Parapaaaparapara

***Chorus***
I could
Today I felt his life
I knew he was always happy
Pieces of an old childhood
With a scent of licorice

Stories we three know
Trips, adventures from yesterday
We are his suitcase and I
The ones that hold
The secrets from when he was younger

***Chorus***
I could
Today I felt his life
I knew he was always happy
Pieces of an old childhood
With a scent of licorice

Stories we three know
Trips, adventures from yesterday
We are his suitcase and I
The ones that hold
The secrets from when he was younger