Cuando Nos Llamen Abuelos

Lucía: When the years go by, when times change,
And we live only remembering yesterday,
When our souls only want silence,
And we calmly await the new dawn. . .
Joaquín: When the gray hairs come, our bodies get tired,
And we dream watching the children grow,
When this life no longer holds mysteries for us,
Then we will know that old age has arrived. . .
Lucía and Joaquín: What color will the sky be when they call us grandparents?
How will those days be? I would like to know. . .
What color will the sky be when they call us grandparents?
Who will be with us in our old age? . . .
Lucía: When everything seems so distant and small
And we laugh at things that hurt yesterday.
When we together keep a million secrets
Of beloved moments that will not return. . .
Joaquín: When the gray hairs come. . .
Lucía: When the gray hairs come. . .
Joaquín: Our bodies get tired. . .
Lucía: Our bodies get tired. . .
Joaquín: And we dream watching
Lucía and Joaquín: The children grow. . .
When this life no longer holds mysteries for us,
Then we will know that old age has arrived. . .
Lucía and Joaquín: What color will the sky be when they call us grandparents?
How will those days be? I would like to know. . .
What color will the sky be when they call us grandparents?
Who will be with us in our old age? . . .