Con La Vida Comprada

You can leave, what does it matter
It would be useless to stop you
My poverty won't go away
And you play with your luck

Where do you think you're going
Carrying what you feel
You offered your betrayal
And you've already grabbed a customer

You will see how much
What comes from the soul is worth
You will see that everything is nothing
With life bought

Someday you will know
What ended first
If what you feel for me
Or his pile of money

We won't see each other anymore
Let's see who feels colder
In the nights his warmth
You will have missing mine

Someday you will know...