Que Soy Pobre

They say you love me, good friends,
But they advise you not to hang with me.
That I’m a little sparrow with no nest,
That I can’t give you any hope at all.
Why do people think a poor kid
Has no right to be happy?
If love blooms when two people care,
Being poor or rich doesn’t matter.

I know I’m poor, that’s a fact,
But to give you love, I don’t need cash.
What I can give you is what you’re thinking,
You can’t buy it at the store, it’s earned through love.
I know I’m poor, that’s a fact,
But to give you love, I don’t need cash.
What I can give you is what you’re thinking,
You can’t buy it at the store, it’s earned through love.
I’m poor, but that’s okay, to be with you, my woman.

Poor are those who judge my clothes,
And live enslaved to material things.
People forget that God was poor
And gives freely without a care.
Why do people think a poor kid
Has no right to be happy?
If love blooms when two people care,
Being poor or rich doesn’t matter.