La nieve de los años [English translation]

My whole hair is turning white,

the snow of the years is already falling on me,

my forehead will wrinkle of so many springs,

I want to live quietly forever.

I asked Jesus Christ to allow me one day

return to my homeland and kiss its earth,

so that when I die, they bury my body

next to my dear mother, and I'll rest in peace.

My guitar that always was my faithful companion,

its strings always inspired me in my sorrows,

and now that over the years I want to be near her,

waiting for her to die, for me to die as well.

(it repeats from the beginning)

• Artist:Trío Vegabajeño