El Señor de Las Canas
Banda Cuisillos
The Lord of the Canes
No one knows how long,
He carried bitterness,
As a memory of my old man,
And his many adventures.
His years turned on him,
And on his face a tangle,
And transformed his smile,
Just for a grimace.
If you find on your way,
A man who is crying,
Tell him that daily in my prayers,
I am pronouncing his name.
By signs he carries sad eyes,
And his heart wounded,
He is tall and with white hair,
His gaze is pure love.
That lord of the canes,
In good times and bad,
Always knew how to respond,
He was poor in his childhood,
He had a bit of ignorance,
But he managed to overcome it.
If you find on your way,
A man who is crying,
Tell him that daily in my prayers,
I am pronouncing his name.
He walked a thousand paths,
Through towns and old streets,
Where his years remained,
Where his sorrows ended.
