Muchacho Pobre
Fievre Looka
Poor Boy
I, who give my life for love
Today, all I have left is to suffer
I have a passion, but it's forbidden
Because I was born so poor
What fault do I have for being humble?
I love her and I can't have her
Because if I want to give my love, I ask God, they deny me
The right to be happy
The woman I adore so much, for whom I always cry
Can't see me
She lives in wealth and I in poverty
And it can't be
She says she loves me but her parents don't want our union
They say I'm worthless
That a poor boy has no heart
I, who give my life for love
Today, it's my turn to suffer
I have a passion, but it's forbidden
Because I was born so poor
The woman I adore so much, for whom I always cry
Can't see me
She lives in wealth and I in poverty
And it can't be
She says she loves me but her parents don't want our union
They say I'm worthless
That a poor boy has no heart
The woman I adore so much, for whom I always cry
Can't see me
She lives in wealth and I in poverty
And it can't be
She says she loves me but her parents don't want our union
They say I'm worthless
That a poor boy has no heart.
