Pobre Los Ricos

Poor the rich who have so much
Who don't even know what they don't have
They lack dreams, they lack desire
They lack time, they lack soul
They have an excess of fear of losing something
They have excess weight, they have excess belly
They lack the time of hope
They lack the morning air
They lack the wind on their faces
They have everything and have nothing

I have nothing
And I have, I have everything
I am rich in dreams
And poor poor in gold
And what do I care if with money
I don't buy friends
Nor loves, nor moons
Nor souls, nor suns

I have nothing
And I have, I have everything
I am rich in dreams
And poor poor in gold
And what do I care if with money
I don't buy friends
Nor loves, nor moons
Nor souls, nor suns

How lucky I am to be so poor
I have extra skies, I have extra suns
I have extra dream to dream it
And the hope to make them come true
I have the desire to sing to you
I have extra kisses to kiss you
Because I have all the time in the world
Because I have every second to spare
Everything of mine is shared
Everything of mine is my friends

I have nothing
And I have, I have everything
I am rich in dreams
And poor, poor in gold
And what do I care if with money
I don't buy friends
Nor loves, nor moons
Nor souls, nor suns

I have nothing
And I have, I have everything
I am rich in dreams
And poor, poor in gold
And what do I care if with money
I don't buy friends
Nor loves, nor moons
Nor souls, nor suns

I have nothing
And I have, I have everything
I am rich in dreams
And poor, poor in gold
And what do I care if with money
I don't buy friends
Nor loves, nor moons
Nor souls, nor suns