Pobre dos ricos (en inglés)

Pobre dos ricos
Poor to the rich that has both
But what's the point so much money?
Missing dreams
Will lack
They lack the time and freedom
They live in fear of losing something
Leftover arrogance, greed remains
They lack the time and hope
Missing the breeze and the morning sun
Poor from the rich who do not know all the magic of freedom

I have nothing and I've got everything
I am rich in dreams and poor, poor in gold
Do I care if all that money
Do not buy friends, true love stars
I am lucky because I'm poor
I have time, my dreams are left
I have plenty of dreams and claw
And a lot of hope to win
Beautiful songs to sing
Kisses so sweet to kiss
For I have every time in the world
Because every second I have left
All I have is divided
My wealth is my friends