Rey Pobre
Valentín Elizalde
Poor King
When life feels tired
And you hate that man
If you still have memory
Remember me
Who eagerly awaits you
This poor king always
Who sold even the palace
To see you happy and joyful.
Because I didn't buy your poverty
Nor your love, nor your kisses
To love you with all my life
And with a king's word
I put my fortune in your hands
And with it you left
You left a poor king
Eager to see you again.
A poor king crying day and night
You will see suffering from love in the streets
And his eyes looking at a portrait
Without telling anyone what his pain is
If the tallest towers fall
That's why a poor king remained for love.
Because I didn't buy your poverty
Nor your love, nor your kisses
To love you with all my life
And with a king's word
I put my fortune in your hands
And with it you left
You left a poor king
Eager to see you again.
A poor king crying day and night
You will see suffering from love in the streets
And his eyes looking at a portrait
Without telling anyone what his pain is
If the tallest towers fall
That's why a poor king remained for love.
