Poor men the rich ones whom as much they have
That no longer they know what they do not have
They need dreams need them desire
They need the time needs them the soul
The fear exceeds to them to lose something
Kilos exceed to them exceeds belly to them
They need the time of the hope
They need the air the mornings
They need the wind on their faces
Everything exceeds to them and they do not have anything
I do not have anything and I have I have everything
I am rich in dreams and poor poor man in gold
And that matters to me if with the silver I do not buy friends
Neither loves nor moons nor souls nor suns
I do not have anything and I have I have everything
I am rich in dreams and poor poor man in gold
And that matters to me if with the silver I do not buy friends
Neither loves nor moons nor souls nor suns
That luck I have of being so poor
Skies exceed to me exceed suns to me
Dreams exceed to me to dream them
And the hope to conquer them
Desire for cantarte exceed to me
Kisses for exceed to me
Then I have all along of the world
So that every second exceeds to me
All mine it is shared
All mine they are my friends
I do not have anything and I have I have everything
I am rich in dreams and poor poor man in gold
And that matters to me if with the silver I do not buy friends
Neither loves nor moons nor souls nor suns
I do not have anything and I have I have everything
I am rich in dreams and poor poor man in gold
And that matters to me if with the silver I do not buy friends
Neither loves nor moons nor souls nor suns
I do not have anything and I have I have everything
I am rich in dreams and poor poor man in gold
And that matters to me if with the silver I do not buy friends
Neither loves nor moons nor souls nor suns.