Al Mayor de Los Fernández

Now my pair of earrings
Throw it nicely

Hey, dad, let me tell you what my brother told me
He says that, when it comes to love, you went too far
That your addiction to skirts, you passed it on to him
That if he loves ladies, you also inherited it

Don't pay attention to this guy of what he's telling you
You already know him, you know he likes to mess around
I said that you passed on to me the love for singing
But about skirts and ladies, I didn't say anything

Oh, devilish boys, stop arguing
I know perfectly well your ways and your songs
Stop trying to fool me, I know your intentions
You won't get anything out of me, I know you well, trucks

Let's keep singing
And let the trumpets sound
So that the bosses
Don't pack our bags

Go for it, Alejandro

Look, dad, now that we're airing our things
I want to sing to you, my old man, my most beautiful tune
The one that says I love you, how proud I am to live
And that there's no other father in the world like mine

I also want to tell you, since I'm your oldest son
You should see how nice it feels to carry your blood
What a blessing it is to have you and the greatest privilege
Is to be able to say father to the oldest of the Fernández

I appreciate your words and your shows of affection
And even though you already have mustaches, for me you're still kids
To talk about great loves, I know it's never too late
Just as they love this man, I also loved my father

Let's keep singing
As the grandfather used to do
What good is a throat
If not to sing to the people