Lyrics of A Mi Padre - Jose Luis Perales

A Mi Padre (original)

Tiene el andar cansado y a sus espaldas
Sesenta y tantos años de esperanza
Tiene una casa
Verdugo de sus manos y sus espaldas
Cuando amanece el día camina y canta
Buscando de la tierra en las entrañas
El pan caliente
Milagro que realiza cada mañana
Es aprendiz de todo, maestro en nada
Es poeta a su modo, le gusta el alba
Y entre sus manos
Y entre sus manos
Florecen a escondidas algunas llagas
Tiene cansado el cuerpo, cansada el alma
Tiene un interrogante sobre su cara
Tiene un camino
Tiene un camino
Le gusta ser amigo de sus amigos
Quiso cambiar su vida, dejar la aldea
Mas no pasó de ser una quimera
Una quimera
Que se quedo dormida entre la tierra
Tiene cansado el cuerpo, cansada el alma
Luce sobre su pecho camisa blanca
Con su mirada
Con su mirada
Me dice que la vida no vale nada

(translation)

He has a tired walk and behind his back
Sixty odd years of hope
He has a house
Executioner of their hands and their backs
When the day dawns she walks and sings
Looking for the earth in the bowels
the hot bread
Miracle he performs every morning
He's jack of all trades, master of none
He is a poet in his own way, he likes the dawn
And between your hands
And between your hands
Some sores bloom secretly
He has tired the body, tired the soul
He has a question mark on his face
he has a way
he has a way
He likes to be friends with his friends
He wanted to change his life from him, leave the village
But it was no more than a chimera
a chimera
That she fell asleep in the dirt
The body is tired, the soul is tired
He shines on his chest of his white shirt
with his gaze
with his gaze
He tells me that life is worth nothing