Ese Señor de Las Canas

No one knows how long
He carried bitterness
How I remember my old man
And his many adventures

The years turned on him
A tangle on his face
And he transformed his smile
Just with a grimace

If you find on your way
A man who is crying
Tell him that daily in my prayers
I am mentioning his name

By signs, he has sad eyes
Wounded, his heart
He is tall and with white hair
His gaze is pure love

That gentleman with 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
But he managed to overcome it

If you find on your way
A man who is crying
Tell him that daily in my prayers
I am mentioning his name

He walked a thousand paths
Through towns and old streets
There his years remained
There his sorrows ended