El Abuelo
Liran'Roll
The Grandfather
Walking down the street
I ran into the neighbor
She said: every day you're getting skinnier
Stop smoking for a while.
I boarded my bus to
Continue my journey down south
And between laughter and pain
I remembered the grandfather, my old man.
It's the sad story of my grandfather
Thinking in his wooden chair
It's the sad story of my old man
Tired in his wooden chair.
Oh my old man, where are you?
Oh my old man, where are you?
He's over eighty
With his hair so white, so straight
A story of years he has lived
My old man in his hands.
He has built his life of failures
And successes the grandfather
I want to be like the old man
So calm and quiet, so wise.
It's the sad story of my grandfather
Thinking in his wooden chair
It's the sad story of my old man
Tired in his wooden chair.
Oh my old man, where are you?
Oh my old man, where are you?
