Los Player's — El Rey Pobre song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Rey Pobre" by Los Player's.
Lyrics
Cuando sientas cansada la vida y odies ese hombre
Y si acaso te queda memoria recuérdame a mi
Que te sigue esperando con ansias siempre este Rey Pobre
Que vendió 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 palabras de rey
Mi fortuna la puse en tus manos y con ella te fuiste
Y un Rey Pobre dejaste con ganas de volverte a ver
Un rey pobre llorando día 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 el 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 palabras de rey
Mi fortuna la puse en tus manos y con ella te fuiste
Y un Rey Pobre dejaste con ganas de volverte a ver
Un rey pobre llorando día 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 el rey pobre por amor quedo
Lyrics translation
When you feel tired of life and hate that man
And if you have any memory, remind me of me.
Who keeps waiting for you with eagerness always this poor King
Who sold up to the palace to see you happy and happy
For I will not buy your poverty, nor your love, nor your kisses
For loving you with all my life and with King's words
I put my fortune in your hands and you left with it
And a poor King left you wanting to see you again
A poor King crying day and night
You'll see the streets suffering from Love
And his eyes looking at a portrait
Without telling anyone what their pain is
If the higher towers fall
That's why the poor King For Love stayed
For I will not buy your poverty, nor your love, nor your kisses
For loving you with all my life and with King's words
I put my fortune in your hands and you left with it
And a poor King left you wanting to see you again
A poor King crying day and night
You'll see the streets suffering from Love
And his eyes looking at a portrait
Without telling anyone what their pain is
If the higher towers fall
That's why the poor King For Love stayed