Casa de Carton
Los Bukis
Cardboard House
How sad the rain sounds
On the cardboard roofs
How sad my people live
In the cardboard houses.
The worker comes down
Almost dragging his steps
Under the weight of suffering
Look how much suffering
Look how heavy the suffering is.
Upstairs leaves the pregnant woman
Below is the city
And it spreads in its tangle
Today is the same as yesterday
It's a world without tomorrow.
How sad the rain sounds
On the cardboard roofs
How sad my people live
In the cardboard houses.
Children the color of my land
With the same scars
Millionaires of worms
And that's why the children live sadly
In the cardboard houses.
How happily the dogs live
House of the exploiter
You won't believe it
But there are dog schools
That give them education
So they don't bite the newspapers
But the boss, for years, many years
Has been biting the worker
How sad, the rain sounds
On the cardboard roofs
How far hope passes
In the cardboard houses.
