Текст и перевод песни Valentin Elizalde - Rey Pobre

Rey Pobre

Cuando sientas cansada la vida
Y odies a ese hombre
Si acaso te queda memoria
Recuerdame a mi
Que te sigue esperando con ansia
Siempre este rey pobre
Que vendio hasta el palacio
Por verte dichosa y feliz.
Porque yo no compre tu pobreza
Ni tu amor, ni tus besos
Por amarte con toda mi vida
Y con palabra de rey
Mi fortuna la puse en tus manos
Y con ella te fuiste
Un rey pobre dejaste con ganas
De volverte a ver.
Un rey pobre llorando dia y noche
Veras por las calles sufriendo de amor
Y sus ojos mirando un retrato
Sin decirle a nadie cual es su dolor
Si se caen las torres mas altas
Por eso un rey pobre por amor quedo.
Porque yo no compre tu pobreza
Ni tu amor, ni tus besos
Por amarte con toda mi vida
Y con palabra de rey
Mi fortuna la puse en tus manos
Y con ella te fuiste
Un rey pobre dejaste con ganas
De volverte a ver.
Un rey pobre llorando dia y noche
Veras por las calles sufriendo de amor
Y sus ojos mirando un retrato
Sin decirle a nadie cual es su dolor
Si se caen las torres mas altas
Por eso un rey pobre por amor quedo

Poor King

When you feel life is weary
And you hate that man
If by chance you have any memory left
Remember me
Who keeps waiting for you with anxiety
Always this poor king
Who sold even the palace
To see you happy and cheerful.
Because I didn't buy your poverty
Neither your love, nor your kisses
For loving you with all my life
And with a king's word
I put my fortune in your hands
And with it you left
You left a poor king yearning
To see you again
A 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 his pain is
If the highest towers fall
That is why a poor king remained out of love.
Because I didn't buy your poverty
Neither your love, nor your kisses
For loving you with all my life
And with a king's word
I put my fortune in your hands
And with it you left
You left a poor king yearning
To see you again
A 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 his pain is
If the highest towers fall
That is why a poor king remained out of love