Rey Pobre (part. Duelo y Oscar Iván Treviño)

When you feel tired of life and hate that man
And if you still have some memory, remember me
This poor king is always waiting for you with longing
Who sold even the palace to see you happy and free

Because I didn’t buy your poverty, nor your love, nor your kisses
For loving you with all my life and with a king's word
I put my fortune in your hands and with it, you left
And a poor king was left wanting to see you again

A poor king crying day and night
You’ll see him on the streets, suffering from love
And his eyes staring at a picture
Not telling anyone what his pain is
If the tallest towers fall
That’s why a poor king was left for love

Because I didn’t buy your poverty, nor your love, nor your kisses
For loving you with all my life and with a king's word
I put my fortune in your hands and with it, you left
And a poor king was left wanting to see you again

A poor king crying day and night
You’ll see him on the streets, suffering from love
And his eyes staring at a picture
Not telling anyone what his pain is
If the tallest towers fall
That’s why a poor king was left for love