El Pobre
Natalia Jiménez
The Poor One
It's talent to forget
You have a bad memory to spare
Don't come crying to me
Because you already wrote the story
I snap my fingers
I'm in charge in the arena
Tell your mother, now you've lost me
There's no fear here
I can handle myself
Now you come saying you regret
Because you
Are poor, you only have money
Bad luck, that's not what I want
You have everything, everything, except me
Because you
Hidden behind that smile
There's no soul under that shirt
You make me feel sorry
Now cry for me
You will continue through life
Unintentionally wanting
And so you will continue
Without losing, losing
I snap my fingers
I'm in charge in the arena
Tell your mother, now you've lost me
There's no fear here
I can handle myself
Now you come saying you regret
Because you
Are poor, you only have money
Bad luck, that's not what I want
You have everything, everything, except me
Because you
Hidden behind that smile
There's no soul under that shirt
You make me feel sorry
Now cry for me
And cry!
And cry!
