Jose Alfredo Jimenez Miscellaneous Not even God knows
I knew poverty
and there among the poor I never cried
I why I want wealth
if I go with a lost soul and without faith
what I want is for her to come back
for the one who left to come back to me
fly my ungrateful one
oh oh oh love
if it is necessary for me to cry
full life I cry for her
what use is money to me
if I suffer a pain if I am alone
I can buy a thousand women
and give myself a life of great pleasure
but the purchased affection
neither knows how to love us nor can be faithful
what I want is for her to come back
to come back to me
the one who left

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