I have money in the world,
accurséd money that is worthless.
Although they see me smiling,
the pain I bear, even God doesn't know it.
I have known poverty,
and there amongst the poor I never wept.
For what purpose should I desire riches
if my soul is lost and I have no faith.
Me, what I want is for her to come back,
for her to come back to me, she who went away
And he who says that money is all of happiness,
falsehood falsehood.
If I must weep
I will weep all my life for her.
What use to me is money
if I suffer a pain, if I am so alone.
I can buy a thousand women,
and give myself a life of great pleasure,
but bought affection,
it can neither love us nor be faithful.
Me, what I want is for her to come back,
for her to come back to me, she who went away.