Casa Pré-fabricada [English translation]

Open your wardrobes, I am waiting

To see the sun lay over your chaste arms

Cover up that vain guilt, I'll be there tomorrow

And I'll make of your smile a refuge

Sing what is of songs, soon I'll arrive

Sing of your charm, which exists to bewitch me

Sing for me, just like that, anything that is about you

Which explains this peace of mine

No more sadness

My tears are worth more than a song sung in solitude

During that wait the world spins in lopsided lines

Open the window, spring wants to come in

To make of our voices a single note

I sing what is of songs, soon I'll arrive

I sing and I play a bit, just to bewitch you

I sing for myself, just like that, anything that is about you

Which explains this peace of mine

No more sadness