El mundo entre las manos

No matter how much I have the world in my hands,
no matter how much I can make you very happy,
I don't know if I'll get to where you want
because you have always denied yourself to me.
No matter how much I am the master of things,
no matter how much I can make you happy,
I don't know if I'll reach what you seek
because you have always denied yourself to me.
And you, where are the roses?
And why do you want
to wither for so long,
I have sent the wind to tell you
there is little time
it can wither.
No matter how much I have the world in my hands,
no matter how much I can make you very happy,
I don't know if I'll get to where you want
because you have always denied yourself to me.