Pobre Los Ricos
Pobres los ricos que tanto tienen
Que ya ni saben lo que no tienen
Les faltan sueños les faltan ganas
Les falta el tiempo, les falta el alma
Les sobra el miedo de perder algo
Les sobran kilos, les sobra panza
Les falta el tiempo de la esperanza
Les falta el aire de las mañanas
Les falta el viento sobre sus caras
Les sobra todo y no tienen nada
No tengo nada
Y tengo, tengo todo
Soy rica en sueños
Y pobre, pobre en oro
Y qué me importa si con la plata
No compro amigos
Ni amores, ni lunas
Ni almas, ni soles
No tengo nada
Y tengo, tengo todo
Soy rica en sueños
Y pobre pobre en oro
Y qué me importa si con la plata
No compro amigos
Ni amores, ni lunas
Ni almas, ni soles
Que suerte tengo de ser tan pobre
Me sobran cielos, me sobran soles
Me sobra el sueño para soñarlo
Y la esperanza de concretarlos
Me sobran ganas para cantarte
Me sobran besos para besarte
Pues tengo todo el tiempo del mundo
Por que me sobra cada segundo
Todo lo mío es compartido
Todo lo mío son mis amigos
No tengo nada
Y tengo, tengo todo
Soy rica en sueños
Y pobre, pobre en oro
Y qué me importa si con la plata
No compro amigos
Ni amores, ni lunas
Ni almas, ni soles
No tengo nada
Y tengo, tengo todo
Soy rica en sueños
Y pobre, pobre en oro
Y qué me importa si con la plata
No compro amigos
Ni amores, ni lunas
Ni almas, ni soles
No tengo nada
Y tengo, tengo todo
Soy rica en sueños
Y pobre, pobre en oro
Y qué me importa si con la plata
No compro amigos
Ni amores, ni lunas
Ni almas, ni soles
Poor The Rich
Poor the rich who have so much
They don't even know what they don't have
They lack dreams, they lack desire
They lack time, they lack soul
They are afraid of losing something
They are overweight, they have an extra belly
They lack the time of hope
They miss the morning air
They lack the wind on their faces
They have too much of everything and they have nothing
I don't have anything
And I have, I have everything
I am rich in dreams
And poor, poor in gold
And what do I care if with the money
I don't buy friends
Neither loves, nor moons
Neither souls nor suns
I don't have anything
And I have, I have everything
I am rich in dreams
And poor poor in gold
And what do I care if with the money
I don't buy friends
Neither loves, nor moons
Neither souls nor suns
How lucky I am to be so poor
I have too many skies, I have too many suns
I have enough sleep to dream it
And the hope of making them happen
I have more than enough energy to sing to you
I have enough kisses to kiss you
Well, I have all the time in the world
Because I have every second left over
All of mine is shared
All mine are my friends
I don't have anything
And I have, I have everything
I am rich in dreams
And poor, poor in gold
And what do I care if with the money
I don't buy friends
Neither loves, nor moons
Neither souls nor suns
I don't have anything
And I have, I have everything
I am rich in dreams
And poor, poor in gold
And what do I care if with the money
I don't buy friends
Neither loves, nor moons
Neither souls nor suns
I don't have anything
And I have, I have everything
I am rich in dreams
And poor, poor in gold
And what do I care if with the money
I don't buy friends
Neither loves, nor moons
Neither souls nor suns