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Casa Pobre Casa Grande

Como estan las cosas, no prentendan...
Que me mude de aquí... No puedo vivir.
En otro lugaaar
Mucha gente ya no saben vivir...
Y la vecindad, es cosa de antaño, que no vuelven más...
No lo quiero imaginar...
Me quedo en el barrio, junto a mis amigos
Son todas las calles un mismo camino
Casa pobre, casa grande, de nobleza inmemorable
Casa pobre, casa grande, casa donde amar es arte...
Según se me indica, mi nuevo hogar será...
Uno octavo piso y no hay donde sembrar
Ni balcón para cantar
Dicen que el supermarket vende todo al contado
No te pueden fiar ni un cuartillo de leche eso es otro cantar...
No lo quiero imaginar!... Me quedo en el barrio
Junto ais amigos, son todas las calles un mismo camino
Casa pobre, casa grande, de nobleza inmemorable
Casa pobre, casa grande, casa donde amar es arte
Es muy cierto que en mi casa
Hay necesidad, son muchas las veces
Que no hay para comprar
Pero al fin y al cabo se me compenza,
Con la unión familiar, en el barrio la hermandad, es la pura verdad.
Señores de casa grande... Si usted no me entiende
Venga aquí una tarde, la vida es sencilla
En mi casa pobre
Casa pobre, casa grande, de nobleza inmemorable
Casa pobre, casa grande, casa donde amar es arte
Casa pobre, casa grande, casa donde amar es arte...
No me hablen de mudarme
No pretendan que me cambie
Si la cosa cada día esta peor
Y la calle esta que arde ¡Mi madre!...
Casa pobre, casa grande,
(De nobleza inmemorable) casa donde amar es arte...
Me ofrecen un nuevo hogar
Donde no conozco a nadie
Seria volver a empezar, lejos de mi casa grande...
Casa pobre, casa grande
Es la casa de la felicidad
Casa donde amar es arte...
Casa pobre, casa grande.
Y ves la calle donde me crié, aquí estan todas mi amistades
Casa pobre, casa grande
Barrí de ayer, barrio de hoy
Aquí me quedo, de aquí no me voy, no me voy
Casa pobre, casa grande
Yo no puedo vivir entre cuatro paredes
Por eso no me digan que aquí yo me quede,
No, que va!.
Casa pobre, casa grande
(Casa pobre, casa grande)
Casa donde amar es arte

Humble Cottage, Rich House

Things are the way they are, don't pretend...
I can't move out of here. I can't live...
Anywhere else
Many people no longer know how to live...
And the neighborhood, is a thing of the past, that will never come back...
I don't want to imagine...
I'm staying in the neighborhood, with my friends
All the streets are the same road
Humble cottage, rich house, of immemorial nobility
Humble cottage, rich house, house where love is an art...
As I am instructed, my new home will be...
On the eighth floor and there's nowhere to plant
Nor a balcony to sing from
They say the supermarket sells everything for cash
They can't even give you a quarter of a liter of milk, that's a whole other story...
I don't want to imagine it!... I'm staying in the neighborhood
With my friends, all the streets are the same road
Humble cottage, rich house, of immemorial nobility
Humble cottage, rich house, house where love is an art
It is very true that in my house...
There is poverty, there are many times
That there is nothing to buy
But at the end of the day, it's compensated by,
The unity of the family, in the neighborhood, brotherhood, is the pure truth.
Gentlemen of the big house... If you don't understand me
Come here one afternoon, life is simple
In my humble house
Humble cottage, rich house, of immemorial nobility
Humble cottage, rich house, house where love is an art
Humble cottage, rich house, house where love is an art...
Don't even talk to me about moving
Don't expect me to change
If things are getting worse every day
And the street is on fire, oh my word!...
Humble cottage, rich house,
(Of immemorial nobility) house where love is an art...
They offer me a new home
Where I don't know anyone
I would have to start over, far from my big house...
Humble cottage, rich house
It is the house of happiness
House where love is an art...
Humble cottage, rich house.
And you see the street where I grew up, here are all my friends
Humble cottage, rich house
Neighborhood of yesterday, neighborhood of today
Here I stay, I am not going anywhere, I'm not going
Humble cottage, rich house
I can't live between four walls
That's why don't tell me to stay here,
No, no way!.
Humble cottage, rich house
(Humble cottage, rich house)
House where love is an art