How sad, the rain is heard
On the cardboard roofs
How sadly my people live
In the cardboard houses.
The worker comes descending,
Almost dragging his footsteps
For the weight of suffering
Look how much is the suffering
Look how much the suffering weighs
He leaves the pregnant woman above
The city is below,
And he loses himself in its tangle.
Today is the same as yesterday
It’s a world without tomorrow.
How sad, the rain is heard
On the cardboard roofs.
How sadly my people live
In the cardboard houses.
Children the color of my land
With the same scars
Millionaires of worms, and
Therefore how sadly the children live
In the cardboard houses.
How sad, the rain is heard
On the cardboard roofs.
How sadly my people live
In the cardboard houses.
You’re not going to believe
But there are schools for dogs
And they give them education
So they don’t bite the newsboys
But the boss for years, many years
He is biting the worker.
How sad, the rain is heard
On the cardboard roofs.
How far away, passes a hope
In the cardboard houses.