It's a good guy my old man
who walks alone and waiting
he has the long sadness of so much coming
I look at it from afar
but we are so different
is that it grew with the century
against in via and red wine
chorus
my old dear old
now he walks slowly
like 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
the era came to him in a pit
without carnival or comparsa
I have the new years
and the man the old years
the pain takes them inside and has a history without time
chorus
old my darling old now is walking slowly
like forgiving the wind
I am your blood, my old man
I am your silence and your time
I am your blood my old yooooo
I am your silence and your time
Only among all we can make this a better place :)