El rey pobre
Valentín Elizalde
The Poor King
When life feels tired and you hate that man
And if you still have memory, remember me,
who is always waiting for you eagerly, this poor king
who sold even the palace to see you happy
because I didn't buy your poverty, nor your love, nor your kisses
to love you with all my life and with the word of a king
I put my fortune in your hands and with it you left
and left a poor king wanting to see you again
a poor king crying day and night you will see in the streets suffering from love,
and his eyes looking at a portrait without telling anyone what his pain is,
if the tallest towers fall, that's why a poor king remained for love.
because I didn't buy your poverty, nor your love, nor your kisses
to love you with all my life and with the word of a king
I put my fortune in your hands and with it you left
and left a poor king wanting to see you again
a poor king crying day and night you will see in the streets suffering from love,
and his eyes looking at a portrait without telling anyone what his pain is,
if the tallest towers fall, that's why a poor king remained for love.
Valentin Elizalde
