Casas de Madera - Ramón Ayala

El viento sopla

Que frio hace afuera

Nomas rechinan las casa de madera

Las hojas secas

Tapizan las veredas

Y a mi me siguen

Cubriendo nubes negras

El viento sopla y nada me consuela

Sin ti mi vida

Se acaba y ni te enteras

Mi alma flaquea

Quisiera que me vieras

Mi estampa es triste

Me tupe la tristeza

Las casas de madera

Parecen derrumbarse

Igual que ellos se quejan

Desde que te marchaste

Las casas de madera

Se agrietan con el aire

Y a mi si no regresas

Un dia van a enterrarme

El viento sopla y nada me consuela

Sin ti mi vida

Se acaba y ni te enteras

Mi alma flaquea

Quisiera que me vieras

Mi estampa es triste

Me tupe la tristeza

Las casas de madera

Parecen derrumbarse

Igual que ellos se quejan

Desde que te marchaste

Las casas de madera

Se agrietan con el aire

Y a mi si no regresas

Un dia van a enterrarme

The wind blows

how cold it is outside

Only the wooden houses squeak

dry leaves

They cover the sidewalks

and they follow me

covering black clouds

The wind blows and nothing comforts me

without you my life

It's over and you don't even know

my soul falters

I would like you to see me

my picture is sad

I covered my sadness

the wooden houses

They seem to collapse

Just as they complain

since you left

the wooden houses

They crack in the air

And to me if you don't come back

One day they are going to bury me

The wind blows and nothing comforts me

without you my life

It's over and you don't even know

my soul falters

I would like you to see me

my picture is sad

I covered my sadness

the wooden houses

They seem to collapse

Just as they complain

since you left

the wooden houses

They crack in the air

And to me if you don't come back

One day they are going to bury me