El Viejo
Se detuvo un momento a descanzar la mirada
Fatigada de tantos abriles ver
Se apoyaba en el viento ya casi de madrugada
En el frio, la vereda dio con el
Buenas noches Don Simon la botella se acabo
La cantina ya cerro
No se apure, no se apure no, le encamino yo
Y al fin llego mi padre
Con el higado y alma desechos por tanto alcohol
Toco la puerta le abrio mi madre
Y en el sueño mas profundo se perdio
Era un viejo soñador, divertido era el mejor
Muy buen tipo, bien recuerdo yo
Construia con amor sueños ajenos
El señor era artista, albañil de profesion
Y se durmio mi padre
Y en las venas le corria tanto alcohol
No desperto nunca y mi madre
Tantos dias tanto tanto le lloro
Era un viejo soñador, divertido era el mejor
Muy buen tipo bien recuerdo yo
Como herencia me dejo una billetera vieja y vacia
Para llenarla yo
Y se durmio mi padre y en las venas le corria tanto alcohol
No desperto nunca mi padre y la luz del nuevo dia nunca vio
Y en su tumba sola y fria aqui estoy yo
Extrañando a aquel que aún vive en esta cancion
Extrañando al viejo y su cuarto de Leon
The Old Man
Stopped for a moment to rest his weary gaze
After so many years of seeing
Leaning on the wind, almost dawn
In the cold, he found the sidewalk
Good evening, Don Simon, the bottle is empty
The bar is already closed
Don't rush, don't rush, I'll show you the way
And finally, my father arrived
With his liver and soul wasted by so much alcohol
He knocked on the door, my mother opened it
And he got lost in the deepest sleep
He was an old dreamer, funny, he was the best
A really good guy, I remember well
He built with love other people's dreams
The man was an artist, a professional bricklayer
And my father fell asleep
With so much alcohol running through his veins
He never woke up, and my mother
Cried for so many days, so much she cried
He was an old dreamer, funny, he was the best
A really good guy, I remember well
As inheritance, he left me an old empty wallet
To fill it up myself
And my father fell asleep, with so much alcohol running through his veins
He never woke up, my father, and never saw the light of a new day
And here I am, by his lonely and cold grave
Missing the one who still lives in this song
Missing the old man and his lion's den