Mi Viejo

He's a good guy, my old man
Who walks alone and waiting
He carries a long sadness
From so much walking

I watch him from afar
But we are so different
He grew up with the century
With tram and red wine

Old man, my dear old man
Now he walks slowly
As if forgiving the wind
I am your blood, my old man
I am your silence and your time

He has kind eyes
And a heavy figure
Age caught up with him
Without carnival or parade

I have the new years
And the man has the old years
He carries the pain inside
And has a timeless story

Old man, my dear old man
Now he walks slowly
As if forgiving the wind

I am your blood, my old man
I am your silence and your time
I am your blood, my old man, I
I am your silence and your time

I am your blood, my old man
I am your silence and your time