A Mi Padre
Tiene el andar cansado y a sus espaldas
Sesenta y tantos años de esperanza
Tiene una casa
Verdugo de sus manos y sus espaldas
Cuando amanece el día camina y canta
Buscando de la tierra en las entrañas
El pan caliente
Milagro que realiza cada mañana
Es aprendiz de todo, maestro en nada
Es poeta a su modo, le gusta el alba
Y entre sus manos
Y entre sus manos
Florecen a escondidas algunas llagas
Tiene cansado el cuerpo, cansada el alma
Tiene un interrogante sobre su cara
Tiene un camino
Tiene un camino
Le gusta ser amigo de sus amigos
Quiso cambiar su vida, dejar la aldea
Más no pasó de ser una quimera
Una quimera
Que se quedó dormida entre la tierra
Tiene cansado el cuerpo, cansada el alma
Luce sobre su pecho camisa blanca
Con su mirada
Con su mirada
Me dice que la vida
No vale nada
To My Father
He walks tired and with years behind him
Sixty-something years of hope
He has a house
Executioner of his hands and his back
When the day breaks, he walks and sings
Looking for the earth's depths
The warm bread
Miracle he performs every morning
He's an apprentice of everything, master of nothing
He's a poet in his own way, he likes the dawn
And in his hands
And in his hands
Some wounds bloom in secret
His body is tired, his soul is tired
He has a question on his face
He has a path
He has a path
He likes to be a friend to his friends
He wanted to change his life, leave the village
But it didn't go beyond being a chimera
A chimera
That fell asleep in the earth
His body is tired, his soul is tired
He wears a white shirt on his chest
With his gaze
With his gaze
He tells me that life
Is worth nothing
Escrita por: José Luis Perales