Mi Viejo [English translation]

He's a good guy, my old man

He's all alone and he's waiting

He's filled with so much sadness

from all his wandering.

And I watch him from afar

But we're so different

It's just that he grew up in a century

Filled with tramways and red wine.

Old man, my dear old man

Now you walk slower

Like the forgiving wind

I'm your blood1, my old man

I'm your silence and your time...

His sight is good

And he's got a heavy figure

Age has come to him

Without a carnival, nor a krewe2

I have the new years

And my father has the old years

He carries the pain inside

And its history is timeless.

Old man, my dear old man

Now you walk slower

Like the forgiving wind

I'm your blood, my old man

I'm your silence and your time...

I am your blood, my old man.

1. I'm your son.2. Reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Krewe

• Artist:Vicente Fernández