Mi viejo [English translation]

He is a good man, my old man,

who walks alone and still has hope.

He is in much pain

from walking so much.

I look at him from a different angle,

and we are so different.

He grew up in a century

with trams and red wine.

Old man, my dear old man—

now he walks slowly

as if resisting the wind.

I am your blood, my old man.

I am your silence and your time.

He still has good eyes

and a solid body.

Age came upon him

without rhyme or reason.

I am younger,

and a man of fewer years—

I carry sorrow inside of me

and I have a story that is timeless.

Old man, my dear old man—

now he walks slowly

as if resisting the wind.

I am your blood, my old man,

I am your silence and your time.

I am your blood, my old man,

I am your silence and your time.