Mi Casita
Picaflor de Los Andes
My Little House
You alone know
The life I'm going through
I beg you not to tell anyone
Poverty of my little house
You alone know
The life I'm living
I beg you not to tell anyone
Poverty of my little house
I myself am to blame
For loving you so much
Knowing that your affection
Is like a weed
It's no use for you to cry
The harm is already done
We are two strange beings
Hard to understand each other
It's no use for you to cry
The harm is already done
We are two strange beings
Hard to understand each other
Perhaps your repentance
Is true or false
Loving you is impossible
It's better for you to forget me
There's no use in love without understanding
That's the cause of our lack of love
Indelible traces are all that remain today
Of that glorious past that is gone
