Que Hermoso Mirarla Crecer
No hay nada que me inspire más
Que el sonido
De mi guitarra
Y nada que me duela más
Que mirar
A mi pequeña con lágrimas
Vieran qué hermoso es mirar sonreír
A quien más
Se ama en la vida
El dolor que ahora me hace llorar
Es porque mi amor
Me ha abierto una herida
Y me ha ubicado en la realidad
Dejó de ser niña
Para pensar por sí misma
Y aunque me duela
Qué hermoso mirarla crecer
Que me diga lo que piensa
La tengo que comprender
Y aunque me duela
Ya no soy su mundo total
Ahora escoge a quien ama
Ella sabe amar y valorar
Dios
Te trajo a mi vida
Y me dio por misión
Cuidarte cuando eras niña
Alimentarte cuando pedías comida
Y me hizo saber
Que no eras de mi propiedad
Que, simplemente, eras mi responsabilidad
Me hizo saber también que un día
Pensarías, valorarías, reclamarías al mismo tiempo
Que mis errores me dirías
Pero, lo que nunca me dijo
Lo que nunca me hizo saber
Es que me dolería tanto
Imaginarte partir al crecer
Y aunque me duela
Ahora soy solo su papá
Y ay, ¡cuánto reniega el viejo!
Me lo dice en broma
Pero esta es la realidad
Aunque a mí
No me guste y me duela
How Beautiful to Watch Her Grow
There's nothing that inspires me more
Than the sound
Of my guitar
And nothing that hurts me more
Than seeing
My little girl with tears
You should see how beautiful it is to watch her smile
At the one
She loves most in life
The pain that makes me cry now
Is because my love
Has opened a wound
And has placed me in reality
She’s no longer a child
Thinking for herself
And even though it hurts
How beautiful to watch her grow
To hear her say what she thinks
I have to understand her
And even though it hurts
I’m no longer her whole world
Now she chooses who she loves
She knows how to love and appreciate
God
Brought you into my life
And gave me the mission
To take care of you when you were a child
To feed you when you asked for food
And made me realize
That you weren’t my property
That you were simply my responsibility
He also made me know that one day
You’d think, appreciate, and demand at the same time
That you’d tell me my mistakes
But what he never told me
What he never made me know
Is that it would hurt so much
To imagine you leaving as you grow
And even though it hurts
Now I’m just your dad
And oh, how much the old man complains!
He jokes about it
But this is the reality
Even though I
Don’t like it and it hurts me