Mi Querido, Mi Viejo, Mi Amigo
Cuco
My Dear, My Old Man, My Friend
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
