Mi Alma No Quiere Dinero (con Haze)

Iuleleyley iuleleyley iuleleyley
Ley le
Tell 'em Haze:
Ley le
What a beauty!
I seek inspiration in the stars,
In their reflection,
Drawn by the full moon,
I think in poetry,
I love the sunrise,
Power doesn't obsess me
I express myself freely on paper
Poison! I find...
There are few people with values...
Most only think about dollars!!
I, in a kiss,
That comes from the effort
Of creating a verse
That exudes love
Into the universe
While many dream of dough,
Of a car with rims,
With diamonds and designer clothes...
How many friendships broken by dirty money,
Friendship with business...
Never turned out well...
Money, dough, power
I want,
Gold, wealth... to dominate the whole world
We have implanted that poison,
Heirs of consumption,
Children of greed...
To the extreme!!
(chorus)
My soul,
Sails without an owner
To feel free, to escape desires
My soul,
Doesn't want money
It wants to sail
On that boat made of dreams...
There are people who lose friendship
For the money
And my soul
Sails among dreams, there are dreams...
In the intimacy
My imagination
Is taking flight
And among the stars
A melody
Sails the sky
There are people who have no soul
Who are slaves to money
And who don't feel warmth
Because they are ice.
(chorus)
I know many people
Who sacrifice friendship for a handful of dollars!!!
Who sacrifice love,
For the bills! there are people...
Who sadly ignore that love... can't be bought or sold!!!
There are people who sadly ignore that
Love can't be bought or sold...
There are people who will swear loyalty to bank accounts,
Who step on the altar doing calculations, aware...
Who will marry
With stocks, with lands, with mansions,
While I fall in love with my songs...
There are people who don't enjoy a smile,
Only American Express
Visa, selling currencies!!
Slaves to money are in a hurry!!
And I on a shore,
Enjoying a book and the sea breeze...
Money isn't everything
I strive to write 'I love you' in the sky!!
For those who have left, money?
Can't make up for the lack of those souls resting in heaven...
(chorus)
Dirty money
Damn you
You only think about making money
And
It doesn't matter the way or the form
You are very wrong
You know? I want you to know one thing:
Money blinds
And the soul of this song knows it, because
It has taken on a life of its own