Rich in what

Did I ask the moon?

Did I ask the moon

To profane all my desires?

Did I hope for money

To buy myself a conscience?

I have seen men sell their dreams

For a few crumbs of happiness,

For my promises that are ending

For my almost empty pockets

For the truth so that it remains silent

Before the powerful of this world,

Innocents for misery

Up to your fortune in a mirror

Chorus:

Is the one who falls

Greater

Than these rich people

Rich in what

In your misery and so that it may be

The true wealth of what we have

So that the infamous may be despair

So that your place may be a merit

Or just a hunger as a reward

I am not going to tell you that I did not count

For my conscience at a low price

I have the sun at the tip of the fire

Like a sleep I no longer have

Any stakes

Just numbers as merchandise

In my house that evaporates

Chorus:

Is the one who falls

Greater

Than these rich people

Rich in what

In your misery and so that it may be

Promises on your lips

To build this fortune

What is the use of having the world

When one only possesses the illusion

What is the use of these bits of chains

In this little bit of humility

Chorus:

Is the one who falls

Greater

Than these rich people

Rich in what

In your misery and so that it may be

Is the one who falls

Greater

Than these rich people

Rich in what

In your misery and so that it may be

To my almost invisible hands

To what they possess without knowing it

To this lack to have everything

Up to this price in unconsciousness

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