José Madero
José Madero, Mijares - El Mendigo Día del Padre (English Translation)
[Verse 1: José Madero]
Please don't die like this
Because I still need you
I know I sound selfish, I'm sorry
But I smell the pain and I try to avoid it
Cancer won't return
Together, we broke circuits
You are strong, but I'm right here behind you
In case you need a son's hand
[Pre-Chorus: José Madero]
From now on
All days will be father's day
Smile, and let's celebrate
[Chorus: José Madero]
Not just any Sunday in June
I celebrate a day no one ever recalls
It might be frustrating
But I don’t know why, 'cause I’m not a dad
Let’s celebrate, we’re staying here at home
Or maybe over a good whiskey at that old bar
Talking about my childhood
Remembering the days by the sea
The ones I could never forget
[Verse 2: Mijares]
Stop looking at me like that
My final is not written
Dreams to make true, to spread my seed
Joys and even misdeeds
Stronger than ivory
More eternal than infinity
In full bloom, that’s my attitude
I'm fucking done with doctors
[Chorus: Mijares]
Father’s Day ain’t that important, really
We’ve got to take advantage
It’s not the 10th of May, there should be space
'Cause everything’s reserved just for mom
Exactly a month later
The fanfare fades away
Let’s celebrate!
Your idea it's a double thumbs-up
But I don’t wanna stay home
I’ve paused my age
I’ll go with you beyond the beyond
I’ll go with you beyond the beyond
[Bridge: José Madero & Mijares]
I dusted off my bowler hat
Pressed my favorite pair of pants
I want you to remember me like that
For you to have beautiful memories
Don’t play your violin again
Sadness? Just a grain of sad
Eyes and nose, you look like me
You were lucky, and all of it came free
Oh, oh, oh
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la ah ah
La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la ah ah
[Outro: José Madero & Mijares]
Let's celebrate together
I miss, in particular
Saturday, that green rectangle
Hand in hand, the two of us
To watch Rayados win
Let’s celebrate!
Let's ignore when the end is
Let this not be like a solar eclipse
If there are a thousand excuses
I think “Son’s Day” doesn’t exist
We’ll have to invent it