Mi Viejo

He's a good guy, my old man
Who walks alone and waiting
It has long sadness
From so much walking

I look at it from afar
But we are so different
Is that it grew with the cycle
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 figure, heavy
The ave came upon him
No carnival or troupe

I have the new years
And the man the old years
Pain carries it inside
And it has a timeless history

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
I am your silence and your time