La Casita Que de d�nde amigo vengo De una casita que tengo Mas abajo del trigal, De una casita chiquita, Para una mujer bonita Que me quera acompa�ar. Tiene al frente unas parras, Donde cantan las cigarras Y se hace polvito el sol, Un portal hay en el frente, En el jard�n una fuente, Y en la fuente un caracol. Hiedras las tienen cubiertas, Y un jazm�n que hay en la huerta Que las bardas ya cubri�, En el portal una hamaca, En el corral una vaca Y adentro mi perro y yo. Bajo un ramo que la tupe, La virgen de Guadalupe Est� en la sala al entrar, Ella me cuida si duermo, Me vela si estoy enfermo Y me ayuda a cosechar. M�s adentro est� la cama, Muy olorosa a retama Y limpiecita como usted, Tengo tambi�n un armario, Un espejo y un canario Que en la feria me merqu�. Pos con todo y que es bonita, Que es rechula mi casita Siento al verla no s� que, Me he metido en la cabeza, Que hay ah� mucha tristeza, Creo que es porque falta ust�d. | The Little House From where, my friend, I come, From a small house that I have Beyond the wheat field, From a very small house, For a pretty woman Who wants to accompany me. In the front, It has some posts Where the cicadas sing And the sun becomes dust, It has a porch in the front, In the garden a source, And in the source a snail. It is surrounded by Ivies, And jazm�n in the orchard That already covered the mud walls, On the porch there is a swing, In the corral there is a cow And inside my dog and I. Under a branch that covers it, The virgin of Guadalupe Is in the enterance of the house, She takes care of me if I sleep, Guards me if I am ill And helps me to harvest. Further inside there is the bed, Very fresh smelling And clean just like you, I also have a closet, A mirror and a canary That I bought at the fair. Yet with everything and that it's pretty, That my small house is beautiful, When I see it I feel, I don't know what, It's gotten into my head, That there is much sadness there, I believe that it's because it needs you. |
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