When you feel tired and hate that man
and if you have any memory
remind me
who is waiting for you with longing
always this poor king
who sold to the palace to see you
Blissful and happy
why I do not buy your poverty or your love or your kisses
for loving you with all my life
and with words of king
I put my fortune in your hands
and with her you left
and a poor king left wanting to see you again
a poor king crying day and night you will see the streets
suffering from love
and his eyes looking at a portrait
without telling anyone what your pain is
if the highest towers fall
why a poor king for love is left
why I do not buy your poverty or your love or your kisses
for loving you with all my life
and with words of king
I put my fortune in your hands
and with her you left
and a poor king left wanting to see you again
and poor king crying day and night you will see through the streets
suffering from love
and his eyes looking at a portrait
without telling anyone what your pain is
if the highest towers fall
why a poor king for love is left
Only among all we can make this a better place :)