Paroles et traduction Banda Bostik - A Mi Padre

A Mi Padre

Una caja con herramienta de carpintero,
Un retrato tallado cuando era obrero,
Una casa que sin su risa esta vacía,
Ese lugar me recuerda tanto a mi padre,
Cuando el vivía
Bajo un cedro sacaba a flote su picardía,
De ese modo ahuyentaba un poco la melancolía,
Y moría como muere el sol tras el horizonte,
Día tras día, noche a noche,
El lo sabia.
Donde quieras que estés,
Donde tu alma llevó el señor,
Nunca morirás, dentro de mi siempre estarás,
Eres la sangre dentro de mi corazón,
Tu recuerdo para mi vida es una bendición,
Su figura se fue curveando al paso del tiempo,
Y la mezcla de alcohol en la sangre lo fue consumiendo,
Y sus ojos perdían el brillo que da la vida,
Era su vejez, terminaba ya su jornada,
Era la partida,
Su rostro marcaba ya la huella del tiempo,
Embriagado, la soledad, lo iba consumiendo,
Era un viejo de carácter fuerte y si un lamento,
él se marcho, parecia que queria acabar,
Con el sufrimiento,
Fuiste la palabra mas tierna que he conocido,
Sin ser orgulloso, fuiste mi mejor amigo,
El que me cuidaba y me llamaba mi atención,
El que se esforzaba por el pan, y el buen abrigo.
De niño me diste la atención y gran cariño,
Y de adolescente pensé que eras mi verdugo,
Ahora que lo entiendo casi fuiste como un dios,
Como olvidar decir, padre, ¡padre!
Siempre estarás conmigo
Uh-uh-uh ah-ah-ah.

To My Father

A toolbox with a carpenter's tools,
A portrait carved when he was a labourer,
A house that is so empty without his laughter,
This place reminds me so much of my father,
When he was alive
Under a cedar tree, he would bring out his mischievous side,
In this way, he would drive away a little of the melancholy,
And he would die as the sun dies behind the horizon,
Day after day, night after night,
He knew it.
Wherever you are,
Wherever the Lord took your soul,
You will never die, you will always be within me,
You are the blood in my heart,
Your memory is a blessing for my life,
His figure was curved by the passing of time,
And the mixture of alcohol in his blood consumed him,
And his eyes lost the shine that gives life,
It was his old age, his journey was ending,
It was the departure,
His face already bore the mark of time,
Drunk, loneliness, consumed him,
He was an old man with a strong character and a lament,
He left, it seemed he wanted to end,
With the suffering,
You were the most tender word I have ever known,
Without being proud, you were my best friend,
The one who cared for me and called me to attention,
The one who worked hard for bread and a good coat.
As a child, you gave me attention and great affection,
And as a teenager, I thought you were my tormentor,
Now that I understand, you were almost like a god,
How can I forget to say, father, father!
You will always be with me
Uh-uh-uh ah-ah-ah.