Mi Querido, Mi Viejo, Mi Amigo

Those white hairs of yours, beautiful
That tired, deep speaking
Who reads everything I write
And he teaches me so much about the world

Those slow steps, from now on
Always walking with me
They have already run so much in life
My dear, my old man, my friend

That life full of stories
And wrinkles marked by time
Memories of old victories
They are tears cried, to the wind

Your sweet and serene voice calms me
And offers me refuge and shelter
It's sinking into my soul
My dear, my old man, my friend

Your past lives on, present
In the experiences, felt
In your heart, consent
Of the beautiful things of life

Your frank smile encourages me
Your wise advice guides me
I open my heart, and I tell you
My dear, my old man, my friend

I've said almost everything
And almost everything is little
In front of what I feel

Looking at your hair, so beautiful
I open my heart and say
My dear, my old man, my friend

Looking at your hair, so beautiful
I open my heart and say
My dear, my old man, my friend

Looking at your hair, so beautiful
I open my heart and say
My dear, my old man, my friend