The youngest little pig bought his house
Built with adobe and straw, it was his home
He dressed it in sunrises and memories
A hug awaited you on the threshold
A fierce wolf granted the mortgage
A golden cage with high interest
The little pig worked and worked
To fulfill his duty on time
'And I'll blow and I'll blow if your money
Doesn't fill the pockets of the fierce wolf'
'And I'll blow and I'll blow; better than fear
There's no incentive for a good payer.'
A cold and intense winter
The sky burst into pieces
And in the adobe and straw house
They were left without work
Who dared to blame you for the shipwreck
You, that always worked and worked
At month's end the eviction order arrived
The cowardly wolf soon howled
The smallest little pig refused
To leave his house in usurers' hands
The family barricades itself at the door
'There'll be no wind that dismantles our dreams'
But the fierce wolf came with his entourage
Of expert blowers without mercy
And they ready their lungs while there trembles
The memory of your hug on the threshold
'And I'll blow and I'll blow, because your money
Doesn't reach the pockets of the fierce wolf
'And I'll blow and I'll blow; better than fear
There's no incentive for a good payer'
Suddenly a river of people
Appeared firm and furious
And the adobe and straw house
They surrounded like a wall
The neighbor's harassment
'And you'll blow and you'll blow,' everyone shouted
'And not one partition wall of this house will move'
'And I'll blow and I'll blow,' the wolf shouted
And the whole street burst into laughter
And little by little the wolf with his entourage
Left the eviction, head down
It's the tide that now blows on the wound
Not the relentless greed of the wolves