Por Tu Pobreza

What does it matter to me
To confess the reason
That forces me to stop playing with you
That before being lovers I promised to be your friend
And as a friend I can lie to you
I'm not going to deny
All your charms
Yes, through your eyes you entered me
You were mine as many would like
But now I'm leaving because of what you must
Suffer

Because of your poverty, you wanted the reason and now I say it without shame
Well, you have nothing to offer me, I am very sincere to you
You have nothing
If anything, money
Because of your poverty, the poverty that money grants
To all who dominate
Because behind your body
There is nothing
You live in ruin
Because of your poverty, that's why I'm leaving

I'm not going to deny
All your charms
Yes, through your eyes you entered me
You were mine as many would like
But now I'm leaving because of what you must
Suffer

Because of your poverty, you would be the reason and now I say it without shame
Well, you have nothing to offer me, I am very sincere to you
You have nothing
If anything, money
Because of your poverty, the poverty that money grants
To all who dominate
Because behind your body
There is nothing
You live in ruin
Because of your poverty, that's why I'm leaving