Tío Alberto [English translation]

He could have been a gypsy or a country man

Or an aristocrat from yesterday

He lost his scepter of gold and his crown.

He walks on good and evil

With the cadence of his waltz,

Half judgment and half mocking grin.

Uncle Alberto . . .

Uncle Alberto . . .

He sampled all the wines,

He went through a thousand roads

And docked from port to port.

Between rags and riches,

Between lies and promises,

He still knows how to smile.

Uncle Alberto.

He gives everything that he can give,

His house is an open place.

Whoever wants to enter, has a meal on the table.

But he doesn't change your sky for

The Order of the Legion of Honor

That the French Republic gave him.

Uncle Alberto . . .

Uncle Alberto . . .

He still trembles with the motors,

The girls and the flowers,

With Vivaldi and the Flamenco.

He has the tenderness of a child

And the craziness of a poet

And he still believes in love.

Uncle Alberto.

For you he waltzes in D-flat

Thankful for the warm sunlight

Of this autumn that you made springtime.

The cup of my youth,

I raise it to your health,

King of the country of dreams and chimeras.

Uncle Alberto . . .

Uncle Alberto . . .

What luck you have "dirty guy".

At the end of the road

Awaited you the fresh shade

Of a sweet skin twenty years old

Where you can forget the deceptions

Of ten lustra of love,

Uncle Alberto.