Gente Humilde - Mercedes Sosa

Hay ciertos días en que pienso en tanta gente

Y siento que mi pecho se pone a llorar

Porque parece que me diera de repente

Como un deseo de vivir en soledad

Igual me pasa que al cruzar por esas villas

Las miro bien viniendo en tren de algún lugar

Y ahí me da como una envidia de esa gente

Que mira al frente sin tener que confiar

Son casas simples con sus rejas de madera

Y en las fachadas escrita arriba dice hogar

En sus n flores tristes y marchitas

Como alegría que no encuentra su lugar

Y ahí me da una tristeza y me lamento

De ser tan poco y no tener con que luchar

Yo que no creo ruego a Dios por esa gente

De gente humilde

Ay!

que ganas de llorar

There are certain days when I think of so many people

And I feel that my chest begins to cry

'Cause it seems like it hit me all of a sudden

Like a desire to live alone

The same happens to me that when crossing those villages

I take a good look at them coming by train from somewhere

And there it makes me envious of those people

That looks ahead without having to trust

They are simple houses with their wooden bars

And on the facades written above it says home

In its n sad and withered flowers

Like joy that doesn't find its place

And there it gives me a sadness and I regret

Of being so little and not having to fight

I do not believe I pray to God for those people

of humble people

Oh!

you want to cry