Mi Viejo

My old man is a good guy, who walks alone and waiting,
He carries a long sadness, from so much walking

I watch him from afar, but we are so different,
He grew up with the century, with streetcars and red wine
Old man, my dear old man

Now you walk slowly, as if forgiving the wind,
I am your blood, my old man, I am your silence and your time

He has kind eyes and a heavy figure,
Age caught up with him
Without carnival or parade, I have the new years,
And he has the old years
He carries the pain inside and has timeless stories,
Old man, my dear old man

Now you walk slowly, as if 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