I have time

Poor person of the rich men who so much has
But for what it serves so much money?
The dreams are lacking
Deficient will
They are lacking the time and the freedom
They live with fear of losing something
Arrogance is left, greed is left
They are lacking the time and the hope
They are lacking to breeze and the sun of the morning
Poor person of the rich men who do not know all magic of the freedom.
I have not anything and have everything
I am rich in dreams, and poor person in gold.
Of what it imports in me if all this money
He does not buy friends, you adorn the true love.
I am lucky because I am poor
It me is left time, me dreams are left.
I have extra dreams and claw
And much hope to conquer
Lovely musicians to sing

So I have all time of the world
Because it me is left each second
Everything that I have is divided
My wealth they are my friends
My faith and hope are mine I cut.