The dad is old, I saw him last night
Making his cigarrette with difficulty
The lightened cigarrette trembled in his lips
Like a tuco tuco1 in the dark
He doesn't get up early, to drink mate
He doesn't go galloping, he just trots
He spend the time near the old door
Looking the path going and going
I remember my dad in his young years
Healthy as a tala, as a ñandubay 2
Today he looks like a willow, he's all bent down
What a grief if someday I miss him
The dad is old, if someday he must go
Hope he doesn't realize, just calmly
I ask you God to turn off his life
Like a cigarrette alone without dragging
1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuco-tuco2. Species of trees