Casas de Madera
Ramón Ayala
Wooden Houses
The wind blows, how cold it is outside
Only the wooden houses creak
The dry leaves cover the sidewalks
And they keep following me, covering dark clouds
The wind blows and nothing comforts me
Without you my life ends and you don't even know
My soul weakens, I wish you could see me
My image is sad, sadness covers me
The wooden houses
Seem to be collapsing
Just like they complain
Since you left
The wooden houses
Crack in the air
And if you don't come back
One day they will bury me
The wind blows and nothing comforts me
Without you my life ends and you don't even know
My soul weakens, I wish you could see me
My image is sad, sadness covers me
The wooden houses
Seem to be collapsing
Just like they complain
Since you left
The wooden houses
Crack in the air
And if you don't come back
One day they will bury me
