El Viejo
La Vela Puerca
The Old Man
The little head wakes up, pride of its mother
The boy grew up in his house, the teenager wants to show up
Slipping the sidewalks, the neighborhood dazzled him
Going around the corners he touched pleasures, he touched pain
He fell in love with life every day every night
Breakfast with the ladies, dinner skipped
He walks aimlessly, carrying the calm of the wanderer
But leaving life, wherever the occasion dictates
Divine old man, where are you going?
I know very well that you don't want to look back
Bitter ending only a skinny dog remains today
And the bottom of a wine to warm
After the youth, tired of stumbling
Looking for a good wife and 14 hours to work
But some little birds, they can't be locked up
Their souls begin to ache, suddenly they no longer want to sing
It spread little by little after he entered his 40s
And almost without realizing it, he became an alcoholic
And he went down steps many winters adrift
The turns that life takes, on the street it ended
Divine old man, where are you going?
I know very well that you can't look back
Bitter ending only a skinny dog remains today
And the bottom of a wine to warm
Divine old man, where are you going?
I know very well that you can't look back
Bitter ending only a skinny dog remains today
And the bottom of a wine to warm
And the bottom of a wine to warm up, a skinny dog
And the bottom of a wine to warm
