El rey pobre

Valentín Elizalde
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Cuando sientas cansada la vida y odies a ese hombre

When life feels tired and you hate that man

Y si acaso te queda memoria recuerdame a mi,

And if by chance memory remains, remember me,

que te sigue esperando con ansias siempre este rey pobre

That this poor king is always waiting for you eagerly

que vendio hasta el palacio por verte dichosa y feliz

Who sold even the palace to see you joyful and happy

porque yo no compre tu pobreza, ni tu amor, ni tus besos

Because I did not buy your poverty, nor your love, nor your kisses

por amarte con toda mi vida y con palabra de rey

To love you with all my life and with the word of a king

mi fortuna la puse en tus manos y con ella te fuiste

I placed my fortune in your hands, and with it, you left

y a un rey pobre dejaste con ganas de volverte a ver

And a poor king you left, longing to see you again

un rey pobre llorando dia y noche veras por las calles sufriendo de amor,

A poor king crying day and night, you will see through the streets, suffering from love,

y sus ojos mirando un retrato sin decirle a nadie cual es su dolor,

And his eyes looking at a portrait without telling anyone what his pain is

si se caen las torres mas altas por eso un rey pobre por amor quedo.

If the tallest towers fall, that's why a poor king remains for love.

porque yo no compre tu pobreza, ni tu amor, ni tus besos

Because I did not buy your poverty, nor your love, nor your kisses

por amarte con toda mi vida y con palabra de rey

To love you with all my life and with the word of a king

mi fortuna la puse en tus manos y con ella te fuiste

I placed my fortune in your hands, and with it, you left

y a un rey pobre dejaste con ganas de volverte a ver

And a poor king you left, longing to see you again

un rey pobre llorando dia y noche veras por las calles sufriendo de amor,

A poor king crying day and night, you will see through the streets, suffering from love,

y sus ojos mirando un retrato sin decirle a nadie cual es su dolor,

And his eyes looking at a portrait without telling anyone what his pain is

si se caen las torres mas altas por eso un rey pobre por amor quedo.

If the tallest towers fall, that's why a poor king remains for love.


Valentin Elizalde

Valentin Elizalde

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Santo Domingo, República Dominicana September 25, 2025
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