Antiguo Reloj de Cobre (part. Miguel Montero)

Old copper clock
That you're marking in time
The passages of my life
That fill me with emotion

You were my old man's pride
That he wore on his chain
Like a piece of his years
Stuck in his heart

How many times
You calmed the crying
Of a spoiled brat
My old lady like a toy
Would say, lend it to him
And while he mumbled
My old lady would smile
And happily I would fall asleep
Playing with the clock

Years have passed by now
My hair has turned white
The whip of life
Has struck me relentlessly

And at the pawn shop
I've come to line up
Waiting for my turn
To be called to collect

Forgive me, old man
If I forget about you
I know you've wanted it
As much as I have
I know from heaven
You're watching over me
And you're crying
Just like I am

Four dirty pesos
For that relic
Revenge from the world
Sly and treacherous
I bit my hands hard
The money was burning me
And while I cursed
I straightened up and hit the street

And the image of my mother
I saw that she pitied me
And crying she said
The old man forgave you in me