Pobre Mundo
Camilo Sesto
Poor World
Even if people talk about you, about me
Even if they look at us funny, even if they think we’re crazy
We don’t care at all
Even if they point at us when we walk by
The skin of our love is so tough and strong
That nothing will tear it apart
Poor world
Poor fools who don’t understand
Our way of loving
They’re so blind to their own flaws
That they only see those of others
Poor world
Poor minds that don’t live, nor let live
Poor people
They probably don’t know what it’s like to be happy
Only the sheets on our bed
And the walls of our home
Could speak of what we go through
And yet they know how to stay quiet
In the mirror of our life
It’s just you and me, we don’t care about the nonsense they make up about us
Poor world
Poor fools who don’t understand
Our way of loving
They’re so blind to their own flaws
That they only see those of others
Poor world
Poor minds that don’t live, nor let live
Poor people
They probably don’t know what it’s like to be happy
