He's a good man, my old man
Who walks alone and waiting
He has a long sadness
From so much walking

I watch him from afar
But we are so different
It's that he grew up with the century
With tram and red wine

Old man, my dear old man
Now you walk slowly
As if 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 came upon him
Without carnival or parade

I have the new years
My father the old years
He carries the pain inside
And has a timeless story

Old man, my dear old man
Now you walk slowly
As if forgiving the wind

I am your blood, my old man
I am your silence and your time
I am your blood, my old man, I
Am your silence and your time

I am your blood, my old man

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