Casita Blanca

I've been walking alone so much lately
that I can't find in my mind
anything that gives me pleasure.

I feel happiness further and further away
magical dreams of yesterday
are becoming old.

I wanted from life simply
a place for a seed
to plant and harvest.

With a white little house in the mountain
and peek out the window
to see the sun rise.

Sometimes I go to the city
and I can't find a single friend
among so many hearts.

So many sad faces,
so many serious faces,
each with their mystery,
each with their illusion.

I wanted from life simply
a place for a seed
to plant and harvest.

With a white little house in the mountain
and peek out the window
to see the sun rise.