Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Casas de Madera , by - Ramón Ayala. Release date: 20.10.2020
Song language: Spanish
Casas de Madera(original) |
| 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 |
| (translation) |
| 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 |