Pobre Niña Rica

Who will give her a little happiness?
Who will drink her tears?
Who will it be?
Where does the cold that fills her soul come from?
And the guardian angel?
Where is he?
Poor rich girl
She feels more lonely than a castaway at sea
Poor girl
In her golden cage life is so bitter

She is seen crying
For the joy she cannot buy
Total sadness
There is no doctor to cure this ailment
Where does the cold that fills her soul come from?
Who stole her desire to dream?