El abuelo Victor [English translation]

Sitting at the doorframe,

the turned off ciggy in his lips,

the soaked beret and in his hand,

a nervous hazelnut cane

What remembers his forehead clean and clear

maybe the spring without petals

the smell of the wet powder

or the taste of coal while he was chipping

The grandfather was a chipper, there at the mine;

and pulling out black coal hi burned his life

The grandfather sat at the stairs,

waiting for the warm early morning sun,

the look nailed to the mountain,

it's his most faithful friend that never cheats him.

His trembling hand goes to his pocket,

looking for the tobacco and his little book

and in the end as always murmuring

that Maria hides his tobacco.

The grandfather was a chipper, there at the mine;

and pulling out black coal hi burned his life