Viejo
Bajo tus se cienes se acunaron tantos años
Que acumularon tu honradez y tu tesón
Y en tu cabeza canas blancas maduraron
Tan expriencia que quisiera tener yo
Muy orgulloso de ser hijo de tu extirpe
Vengo a cantarte con el arpa esta canción
Porque eres roble sombreador de mi figura
Y has cobijado con amor y con ternura
La fe constante que tu tutela medio
Viejo, eres mi viejo, mi sangre
Como orgullo grito yo
Yo soy parte de tu carne, de tu vida y tu vigor
Quiero alegrar tus ojeras chamuscadas por el Sol
Viejo, como pudiera pagarle
Tanta dicha que sembró
En el árbol de mi infancia que con su sombra creció
Hoy me arulla la fragancia que su esencia me dejó, viejo
Yo sé que soy viejo querido su esperanza
Y sé que soy un arbolito que sembró
Sobre la tierra de su amor y su añoranza
Bajo la sombra de su vida y su valor
Por eso yo que soy el potro de sus años
Que con cariño a su manera me formó
Voy a trochar por la sabana de su empeño
Y galopante demostrar que usted es el dueño
De este caballo que es tan bueno corredor
Viejo, eres mi viejo, mi sangre
Como orgullo grito yo
Yo soy parte de tu carne, de tu vida y tu vigor
Quiero alegrar tus ojeras chamuscadas por el Sol
Viejo, como pudiera pagarle
Tanta dicha que sembró
En el árbol de mi infancia que con su sombra creció
Hoy me arulla la fragancia que su esencia me dejó, viejo
Old Man
Under your temples so many years were cradled
That accumulated your honesty and your perseverance
And in your head white hairs matured
Such experience that I wish I had
Very proud to be a son of your lineage
I come to sing to you with the harp this song
Because you are the shading oak of my figure
And you have sheltered with love and tenderness
The constant faith that your guardianship means
Old man, you are my old man, my blood
With pride I shout
I am part of your flesh, of your life and your vigor
I want to brighten your sunburned dark circles
Old man, how could I repay
So much happiness that you sowed
In the tree of my childhood that grew with its shade
Today the fragrance that its essence left me lulls me, old man
I know that I am the beloved old man's hope
And I know that I am a little tree that he planted
On the land of his love and longing
Under the shadow of his life and his courage
That's why I, who am the colt of his years
That with affection in his own way formed me
I will trot through the savannah of his effort
And galloping show that you are the owner
Of this horse that is such a good runner
Old man, you are my old man, my blood
With pride I shout
I am part of your flesh, of your life and your vigor
I want to brighten your sunburned dark circles
Old man, how could I repay
So much happiness that you sowed
In the tree of my childhood that grew with its shade
Today the fragrance that its essence left me lulls me, old man