Don Dinero

Mother, I humble myself to gold
He is my lover and my beloved
Well, out of pure love
He is always yellow
Well, doubloon or single
Does everything I want
Powerful knight
It's Mr. Money

He was born in the Indies, honorable
Where the world accompanies you
He comes to die in Spain
And he is buried in Genoa
And who brings him to the side?
It is beautiful even if it is fierce
Powerful knight
It's Mr. Money

He is a gallant and he is like gold
The color is broken
Person of great value
As Christian as Moor
That gives and takes away decorum
And breaks any jurisdiction
Powerful knight
It's Mr. Money

They are their main parents
And is of noble descent
Because in the veins of the East
All bloods are royal
And so it is he who makes equals
To the duke and the cattleman
Powerful knight
It's Mr. Money

To import into the deals
And give such good advice
In the houses of the old people
Cats guard him from cats
And so he breaks modesty
And softens the most severe judge
Powerful knight
It's Mr. Money

I have never seen ungrateful ladies
To your liking and hobby
That to the faces of a doubloon
They make their cheap faces
And then he makes the bravado
From a leather bag
Powerful knight
It's Mr. Money