I have money in the world
Cursed money that's worth nothing
Even though they look at me smiling
The sorrow I carry, not even God knows

I knew poverty
And among the poor, I never cried
Why would I want wealth
If I go with my soul lost and without faith
What I want is for her to come back
To come back to me, the one who left

If it's necessary that I cry
My whole life for her, I cry
What good is money to me
If I suffer a sorrow, if I'm so alone

I can buy a thousand women
And give myself a life of great pleasure
But bought affection
Neither knows how to love us nor can be faithful
What I want is for her to come back
To come back to me, the one who left

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