Ok, the deal in here is that I tryed my best to translate a song from the spanish language, because otherwise most people won't get this song
Piero - Mi viejo
My “old man�
It’s a good person my old man,
That lives “in constant waiting" and loneliness,
That feels great sadness
Because of going to much throug life
I watch him,
But we are so different,
because he grew in a different century
among tramways and red wine
Old man, my beloved old man
Now your walk is clumsy (dull)
Like as forgiving the wind
I’m your blood, my old man
I’m your silence and your time
He has good eyes
And a heavy figure,
The years have fallen over him
Without carnivals nor a procession
I’ve got my new years
And this man his years old
The pain delivers him inside
And has a story without a time
I’m your blood, old man
I’m your silence and your time...
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...now that is depressing
... either way your father or you, someday, are going to become that old man (even the ladies, you get my point)
