Viejo mi querido viejo (ingles)

Old one is a good type my
That he walks single and hoping
It has the long sadness of as much coming walking

I watch it from distant spot
But we are so different
It is that it grew with the century
Against in via and red wine

Choir
Old my old beloved
Now already lerdo walks
Like pardoning the wind
I am your blood my old one
I am your silence and your time

It has the good eyes and a heavy figure
The era came to him in sima
Without carnival nor comparsa

I have the New Year
And the man the old years
The pain takes them inside and has history without time

Choir
Old my old beloved now already walks lerdo
Like pardoning the wind
I am your blood my old one
I am your silence and your time
I am your blood my old I
I am your silence and your time