Préstame a Mi Padre
He buscado en todos lados
Un abrazo igual al tuyo
Y me dijeron
Que ya no los hacen
Sé que no estoy en condiciones de exigir
Y que tengo cosas por corregir
Sé que no he sido la mejor persona
Y no soy el indicado pa' pedir
Solo en esta ocasión
Por favor Dios mío has una excepción
Préstame a mi padre
Dame unos minutos para recordar
Que se siente abrazarlo
Ocupo decirle que allá en nuestra casa
Todos lo extrañamos
Hace falta su risa
Y hasta sus regaños
Préstame a mi padre
Daría lo que fuera por oír de nuevo
Todas sus historias
Porque me dijera como estás mi niño
Y contarle mil cosas
Y sentir de nuevo
Sus manos rasposas
Préstame a mi padre
Por favor diosito
No lo regreso tarde
(Y si lloro)
(No es de tristeza)
(Si no porque sé que estás aquí conmigo)
(Y estoy sintiendo ese abrazo)
(Ándale viejón)
(Esto es edwin Luna y la trakalosa de monterrey)
Préstame a mi padre
Dame unos minutos para recordar
Que se siente abrazarlo
Ocupo decirle que allá en nuestra casa
Todos lo extrañamos
Hace falta su risa
Y hasta sus regaños
Préstame a mi padre
Daría lo que fuera por oír de nuevo
Todas sus historias
Porque me dijera como estás mi niño
Y contarle mil cosas
Y sentir de nuevo
Sus manos rasposas
Préstame a mi padre
Por favor diosito
No lo regreso tarde
Lend Me My Father
I have searched everywhere
For a hug like yours
And they told me
That they don't make them anymore
I know I'm not in a position to demand
And that I have things to correct
I know I haven't been the best person
And I'm not the right one to ask
Only on this occasion
Please my God make an exception
Lend me my father
Give me a few minutes to remember
What it feels like to hug him
I need to tell him that back at our home
We all miss him
We miss his laughter
And even his scolding
Lend me my father
I would give anything to hear again
All his stories
For him to tell me how are you my child
And to tell him a thousand things
And to feel again
His rough hands
Lend me my father
Please little God
Don't bring him back late
(And if I cry)
(It's not out of sadness)
(But because I know you're here with me)
(And I'm feeling that hug)
(Come on old man)
(This is Edwin Luna and La Trakalosa de Monterrey)
Lend me my father
Give me a few minutes to remember
What it feels like to hug him
I need to tell him that back at our home
We all miss him
We miss his laughter
And even his scolding
Lend me my father
I would give anything to hear again
All his stories
For him to tell me how are you my child
And to tell him a thousand things
And to feel again
His rough hands
Lend me my father
Please little God
Don't bring him back late