Las Paredes de Mi Casa
La Dinastía de Tuzantla
The Walls of My House
These walls, friends of my trust
Were from my house where I lived happily
In the company of my children and my beloved wife
But by God's will, I lost them all
For the ambition of having a great fortune
I fully dedicated myself to smuggling
Unluckily, I was caught as a prisoner
And when I was set free, I couldn't find my family
It was 15 years that I was a prisoner
And I didn't send a single letter to my wife
Because I didn't want my children to find out
About the crooked fools I got involved with
Even my parents got tired of waiting for me
And every night they would bless me from afar
On different afternoons, places, and directions
As they didn't know where I was
That's why, my friends, I will end up drinking
Because it's my fault that I lost them all
In these walls, I will live remembering
When in my poverty, I lived happily with them
