A Mi Padre
José Luis Perales
To My Father
He walks tired and with years behind him
Sixty-something years of hope
He has a house
Executioner of his hands and his back
When the day breaks, he walks and sings
Looking for the earth's depths
The warm bread
Miracle he performs every morning
He's an apprentice of everything, master of nothing
He's a poet in his own way, he likes the dawn
And in his hands
And in his hands
Some wounds bloom in secret
His body is tired, his soul is tired
He has a question on his face
He has a path
He has a path
He likes to be a friend to his friends
He wanted to change his life, leave the village
But it didn't go beyond being a chimera
A chimera
That fell asleep in the earth
His body is tired, his soul is tired
He wears a white shirt on his chest
With his gaze
With his gaze
He tells me that life
Is worth nothing
