Hey Dad, I'll tell you what my brother told me,
He says that in love things you have lost your hand,
that his addiction for the skirts,
that you did,
that if you love ladies,
you also inherited it
Do not listen to this guy,
of what he is saying,
You already know him, you know he likes to grind, I said
You inherited my taste for singing but for skirts and ladies,
I did not say anything about that
Oh, boys of the devil,
stop arguing,
I know perfectly,
their modes and their songs,
stop putting me the four,
I know your intentions,
Are not they going to get me anything?
I know them well trucks
Better we keep singing and the trumpet sounds,
it's not going to be that the bosses,
prepare our suitcases
Look, dad, today we are ventilating our things,
I want to sing to you my old man,
my most beautiful tune,
the one that says I love you,
how proud I am,
and that there is no other father in the world like mine
Look, dad, today we are ventilating our things,
I want to sing to you my old man,
my most beautiful tune,
the one that says I love you,
how proud I am,
and that there is no other father in the world like mine
I appreciate your words and your expressions of affection,
and even if they already have whiskers,
pa ?? my are still children,
to talk about big loves,
I know it's never too late,
how do you love this man ??
I also loved my father
Better we continue singing as grandpa sang,
throat? that I love you,
if not pa ?? sing to the people
Only among all we can make this a better place :)