Alma - Andrés Cepeda

Voy a cambiarle la fachada a esta casa

Pues no me gusta verla triste y agrietada

Se que es muy grande y que tal ves

Me tome tiempo verla bien

Voy a pintarla de color verde esperanza

Aunque se me pierda la fe

Tantos temblores que se ven

Y cuando veo algún amigo que se agarra

Con sus dos manos de un pincel

Para ayudar y componer

Se ves más luz en el cristal de la ventana

Alma

Lo que le falta es alma

Se que es difícil ver paredes lesionadas

Y si no creo en mí creer

Y si no arriesgo en mí crecer

Dígame quien le va a cambiar esa fachada

Alma

Donde estará su alma

Se que es difícil ver paredes lesionadas

Y si no creo en mí creer

Y si no arriesgo en mí crecer

Dígame quien le va a cambiar

Dígame quien le va a cambiar

Dígame quien le va a cambiar

Esa fachada

Aunque se me pierda la fe

Tantos temblores que se ven

Y cuando veo algún amigo que se agarra

Con sus dos manos de un pincel

Para ayudar y componer

Se ves más luz en el cristal de las ventanas

Alma

Lo que le falta es alma

Se que es difícil ver paredes lesionadas

Y si no creo en mí creer

Y si no arriesgo en mí crecer

Dígame quien le va a cambiar

Dígame quien le va a cambiar

Dígame quien le va a cambiar

Esa fachada

I'm going to change the facade of this house

Well I don't like to see her sad and cracked

I know it's very big and maybe you see

It took me time to see her well

I'm going to paint it hope green

Even if my faith is lost

So many tremors that are seen

And when I see a friend who grabs

With his two hands of a brush

To help and compose

You see more light in the window glass

Soul

What he lacks is soul

I know it's hard to see damaged walls

And if I don't believe in me believe

And if I don't risk growing up

Tell me who is going to change that facade

Soul

where will your soul be

I know it's hard to see damaged walls

And if I don't believe in me believe

And if I don't risk growing up

tell me who is going to change

tell me who is going to change

tell me who is going to change

that facade

Even if my faith is lost

So many tremors that are seen

And when I see a friend who grabs

With his two hands of a brush

To help and compose

You see more light in the glass of the windows

Soul

What he lacks is soul

I know it's hard to see damaged walls

And if I don't believe in me believe

And if I don't risk growing up

tell me who is going to change

tell me who is going to change

tell me who is going to change

that facade