Текст и перевод песни Lorenzo De Monteclarò - Ese Señor de las Canas

Ese Señor de las Canas

Nadie sabe cuanto tiempo
Traía cargando amarguras
Como recuerdo a mí viejo
Y sus tantas aventuras.

Se le volvieron los a
En su rostro una madeja
Y transformó su sonrisa
Tan sólo por una mueca.

Sí encuentras en tú camino
A un hombre que va llorando
Dile que a diario en mis rezos
Su nombre voy pronunciando.

Por señas tiene ojos tristes
Herido su coraz
Es viejo y de pelo blanco
Su mirada puro amor.

Ese señor de las canas
Que en las buenas y en las malas
Siempre supo responder.
Fué pobre allá por su infancia
Tuvo un poco de ignorancia
Pero la logró vencer.
Sí encuentras en tú camino

A un hombre que va llorando
Dile que a diario en mis rezos
Su nombre voy pronunciando.
Andador de mil veredas
De pueblos y calles viejas
Donde quedaron sus a
Donde acabaron sus penas.

That Gray-Haired Gentleman

Nobody knows how long
He's been carrying around bitterness
As I remember my old man
And his many adventures.

His hair has turned white
A tangle on his face
And has transformed his smile
Into a mere grimace.

If on your path you find
A man who is crying
Tell him that I speak his name
In my daily prayers.

He is known by his sad eyes
His heart is wounded
He is old with white hair
His gaze is one of pure love.

That gray-haired gentleman
Who in good times and bad
Always knew how to respond.
He was poor back in his childhood
He had some ignorance
But he managed to overcome it.
If on your path you find

A man who is crying
Tell him that I speak his name
In my daily prayers.
Wayfarer of a thousand trails
Of villages and old streets
Where his years remain
Where his sorrows have ended.