you are going to hunt
wanting me
I did not have money
pa see you bought happiness
and you are going to hunt
that you are very happy
I deduce that happiness
be the reward of your falsehood
what does my love matter
if at the end I'm poor
and it's my destiny
follow my road without moon and without sun
I never cry
for no will
but it has arrived
to the bottom of my soul your cruel proceeding
poor of the poor
who lives dreaming a heaven
there is poor of the poor
that cries without a consolation
and you are going to hunt
I do not hold a grudge
I know the money
cover the longings of your heart
just a favor
I come to implore you
that the day of your bodad
the bird maria let me sing
just a favor
I come to implore you
that the day of your bodad
the bird maria let me sing
poor of the poor
who lives dreaming a heaven
poor of the poor
that cries without a consolation
and you are going to hunt
I do not hold grudges
I know the money
cover the longings of your heart
just a favor
I come to implore you
that the day of your bodad
the bird maria let me sing
if you're going to hunt ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)