Lyrics and translation Lorenzo De Monteclarò - Se Vende Esta Casa

Se Vende Esta Casa

Se vende esta casa
Con todito lo que tiene
Se da muy barata
Se remata, se remata

Se ha ido la ingrata
Que conmigo la habitaba
Por eso la vendo
La doy casi regalada

Hasta el cenzontle
Se murió por no mirarla
El perro aúlla
Y fallece mi pobre alma

Todo es tristeza
Con las cosas empolvadas
Tanto le quise
Que me odio por adorarla

Ay, aja-ja-ja

Yo debo marcharme
Donde nadie me conozca
Pues tanta verguenza
Me destroza, me destroza

Hasta el cenzontle
Se murió por no mirarla
El perro aúlla
Y fallece mi pobre alma

Todo es tristeza
Con las cosas empolvadas
Tanto le quise
Que me odio por adorarla

This House Is for Sale

This house is for sale
With everything in it
It's going very cheap
It's on sale, it's on sale

The ingrate has left
Who lived here with me
That's why I'm selling it
I'm giving it away almost for free

Even the nightingale
Died because it didn't see her
The dog howls
And my poor soul dies

Everything is sadness
With things dusty
I loved her so much
That I hate myself for adoring her

Oh, ha-ha-ha

I must go away
Where nobody knows me
Because so much shame
Destroys me, destroys me

Even the nightingale
Died because it didn't see her
The dog howls
And my poor soul dies

Everything is sadness
With things dusty
I loved her so much
That I hate myself for adoring her