El Tata Esta Viejo (Zamba)
El tata está viejo
Lo vi la otra noche
Armar su cigarro con dificultad
El pucho encendido temblaba
En sus labios
Como un tucu-tucu en la oscuridad
Ya no se levanta a matear temprano
No pasa al galope, va al trote nomás
Se pasa las horas junto a la tranquera
Mirando al camino pasar y pasar
Recuerdo a mi tata en sus años mozos
Fuerte como un tala
Como un ñandubay
Hoy parece un sauce 'ta to'ito encorvado
Qué pena si un día me llega a faltar
Hoy parece un sauce 'ta to'ito encorvado
Qué pena si un día me llega a faltar
El tata está viejo, si un día ha de irse
Que ni se de cuenta, al tranquito nomás
Diosito te pido que apagues su vida
Cual se apaga un pucho solo sin pitar
Recuerdo a mi tata en sus años mozos
Fuerte como un tala
Como un ñandubay
Hoy parece un sauce 'ta todo encorvado
Qué pena si un día me llega a faltar
Hoy parece un sauce 'ta todo encorvado
Qué pena si un día me llega a faltar
The Grandfather is Old (Zamba)
The grandfather is old
I saw him the other night
Struggling to roll his cigarette
The lit cigarette trembled
On his lips
Like a firefly in the darkness
He no longer gets up early to drink mate
He doesn't gallop anymore, just trots
He spends hours by the gate
Watching the road go by
I remember my grandfather in his younger years
Strong as a tree
Like a quebracho
Today he looks like a willow all bent over
What a sorrow it would be if one day he's gone
Today he looks like a willow all bent over
What a sorrow it would be if one day he's gone
The grandfather is old, if one day he has to leave
May he not even notice, just quietly
I ask you, dear God, to turn off his life
Like a cigarette that goes out on its own
I remember my grandfather in his younger years
Strong as a tree
Like a quebracho
Today he looks like a willow all bent over
What a sorrow it would be if one day he's gone
Today he looks like a willow all bent over
What a sorrow it would be if one day he's gone