El viejo [English translation]

The little head wakes up, his mother's pride

He grew up at home and as a teenager wants to look around

Skateboarding the sidewalks, the neighborhood dazzled him

Turning the corners he touched pleasures, and he touched pain

He fell in love with life every day and every night

Breakfasted with fine ladies, and skipped dinner

Goes walking without purpose with the calm of the vagabond

Letting life set his course and each occasion direct his days

Divine old man, where are you going?

I know very well that you don't want to look back

Bitter end, all that's left today is a scrawny dog

And the depths of a wine bottle to lend warmth

After youth was over, weary from making missteps

He looks for a good wife and fourteen hours' worth of work

But some birds cannot survive in a cage

Their soul is grieving and suddenly they lose the will to sing

The picture fell and shattered well into his forties

Almost without realizing, he became an alcoholic

He kept descending steps, many winters further adrift

Life takes turn after turn and he ended up on the street

Divine old man, where are you going?

I know very well that you don't want to look back

Bitter end, all that's left today is a scrawny dog

And the depths of a wine bottle to lend warmth

Divine old man, where are you going?

I know very well that you can't look back

Bitter end, all that's left today is a scrawny dog

And the depths of a wine bottle to lend warmth

And the depths of a wine bottle to lend warmth

A scrawny dog

And the depths of a wine bottle to lend warmth

• Artist:La Vela Puerca
• Album:De bichos y flores (2002)