Amor Pisionero

Behind that golden door
There's a love prisoner
Yesterday I received your letter
Where you tell me you love me
It's a pity that it's already late
You chose money instead

You already know my orchard
The shadow of that apple tree
That doesn't bear golden apples
But has sheltered us
Of course, it doesn't compare to
Your golden castle

Now that you have money
You can buy hearts
But if you violate the door
You'll lose the millions
I continue to be the singer
Who lives off his songs

Dry your nightly tears with a
Golden handkerchief and remember the
Poncho that has sheltered you
Of course, it doesn't compare
To your golden castle

Now that you have money
You can buy hearts
But if you violate the door
You'll lose the millions
I continue to be the singer
Who lives off his songs