My old man is a good guy
Who walks alone and waiting
He has a long sadness
From walking so much
I look at him from afar
But we are so different
It is that it grew with the century
With tram and red wine
Old man my dear old man
Now you walk slowly
As forgiving the wind
I am your blood my old man
I am your silence and your time
He has good eyes
And a heavy figure
Age has come upon him
No carnival, no troupe
I have the new years
And my father has the old years
He carries the pain inside
And he has a history without time
Old man, my dear old man
Now you walk slowly
As forgiving the wind
I am your blood my old man
I am your silence and your time
I am your blood my old man