Bebe En Mi Cántaro - Victor Heredia

Cómo olvidar que fuimos dos

corriendo al valle sin temor

que de tu mano dibujé

mi barrilete de color,

Que me enseñaste a no mentir

que la dureza no es rigor

y cuando tuve que llorar

quisiste hacerlo tú por mí.

Padre, no tengas miedo

si se te achica el cielo.

Yo tengo un horizonte

de remansos para ti.

Tómate de mi brazo

y aminorando el paso

vamos a caminar

que es tiempo aún para comenzar.

Bebe en mi cántaro si tienes sed.

Por ti aprendí que la mujer

no es un adorno del varón.

Baraja donde duerme el rey

de corazones del amor.

Y por tus canas recorrí

este camino de aprender

y del baldío hasta tu voz

siempre fui un niño por crecer.

How to forget that we were two

running to the valley without fear

that I drew from your hand

my colored kite,

that you taught me not to lie

that hardness is not rigor

and when i had to cry

you wanted to do it for me.

Father, don't be afraid

if the sky shrinks.

I have a horizon

of backwaters for you.

take my arm

and slowing down

Let's take a walk

that it is still time to start.

Drink in my pitcher if you are thirsty.

Because of you I learned that the woman

she is not an ornament of the male.

Shuffle where the king sleeps

of love hearts.

And I walked through your gray hair

this way of learning

and from the wasteland to your voice

I was always a child to grow up.