Mendigo y Princesa

I don't know what day it will be
it's cloudy and doesn't stop raining,
my old guitar and I
I usually talk to her
about love, sitting here
on a wet cardboard,
while I think about that woman
who passes by me and doesn't see me,
like every morning
I wonder where she will go,
who she is, I don't know her name
but I know that for her love
I would give anything
and even though I have no riches
to give, what would I give for you to love me,
and here I am, asking God
to hide her beauty from me
I shouldn't have noticed her
if I am a beggar, I forgot
who I was...

Night comes again
I'm left with its silence
and loneliness is what accompanies me
I feel so much like crying
I want to sleep and dream of her
because only in my dreams
I can have her close to me
feel her skin, until dawn
I know that when I wake up she will leave
I don't know her name but I know
that for her love I would give anything
and even though I have no riches
to give, what would I give for you to love me
and here I am asking God
to hide her beauty from me
I shouldn't have noticed her if I am a beggar...

For her love
I would give anything
and even though I have no riches
what would I give
for you to love me
and here I am
asking God
to hide her beauty from me
I shouldn't have noticed her
if I am a beggar
and she a princess...