Mi Viejo
Vicente Fernández
My Old Man
My old man is a good guy
Who walks alone and waiting
He has a long sadness
From so much coming and going
I look at 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 you walk slowly
As if forgiving the wind
I am your blood, my old man
I am your silence and your time
He has good eyes
And a heavy figure
Age caught up with him
Without carnival or parade
I have the new years
My father, the old years
The pain he carries inside
And has a timeless story
Old man, my dear old man
Now you walk 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
