El Señor de Las Canas

Nobody knows how long
He’s been carrying his sorrows
How I remember my old man
And all his adventures

The years turned on his face
A tangled mess of time
And his smile transformed
Into just a grimace

If you find on your way
A man who’s crying
Tell him that daily in my prayers
I’m saying his name

He has sad eyes
His heart is wounded
He’s old with white hair
His gaze is pure love

Spoken
That man with the gray hair
In good times and bad
Always knew how to respond
He was poor back in his childhood
Had a bit of ignorance
But he managed to overcome it

If you find on your way
A man who’s crying
Tell him that daily in my prayers
I’m saying his name

A traveler of a thousand paths
Through old towns and streets
Where his years are left behind
Where his sorrows came to an end