ES:

Ay la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La cojo por la mañana
La cuento pero alcanza
Y la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata

¡Claro que sí!

La plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La cojo por la mañana
Hago cuenta' y no me alcanza

Fui a comprar a la tienda
Lo de la semana
Saqué mi cartera
Y no tenía nada
Y me quedó la nevera
Vacía, ni con qué llenarla

Ay la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La cojo por la mañana
Hago cuenta' y no me alcanza

Saqué un billete de a cien
Pa’ comprar unas cositas
Saqué un billete de a cien
Pa’ comprar unas cositas
Pero cuando vine a ver
Me quedó una monedita

Ay la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
Yo la cojo en la mañana
Hago cuenta' y no me alcanza

Ay la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
Ay la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La cojo por la mañana
Hago cuenta' y no me alcanza




EN:


Oh, money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
Money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
I take it in the morning
I count it but it's not enough
And money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money

Of course!

Money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
I take it in the morning
I count it but it's not enough

I went to buy at the store
Some stuff for the week
I took out my wallet
And had nothing
And the fridge was left
Empty, with nothing to fill it

Oh, money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
Money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
I take it in the morning
I count it but it's not enough

I took out a hundred
To buy some things
I took out a hundred
To buy some things
But when I looked
I only had a little coin left

Oh, money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
Money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
I take it in the morning
I count it but it's not enough

Oh, money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
Money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
Oh, money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
I take it in the morning
I count it but it's not enough

I think about you all the time,I've got you playin’ on my mind,I think about you day and night,You got me feelin’ so up tight.
Thinkin’ bout you,Thinkin’ bout you.
I think about you all the time,Think about you, think about you day and night.I've got you playin’ on my mind,Playin’ on playin’ on.
Thinkin’ bout you,Thinkin’ bout you.
Oooh, yeah,Playin’ on playin’ on,Thinkin’ bout you babe.
Wooo!
Thinkin’ bout you,Thinkin’ bout you.
Thinkin’ bout you,Thinkin’ bout you,Thinkin’ bout you,Thinkin’ bout you.

Are you homesick for the emerald isle?
Well here’s a ditty that’ll make you smile,
Take a glass and raise it high,
For all our cousin’s back in,
Ireland, Ireland.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Gather round all to hear my tale,
Waved to my lassie then the boat set sail,
But my heart still lies in old Kinsale,
Let’s sing a song for,
Ireland, Ireland.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Ah take a drink and we'll drink some more,
We'll drink to your health, and drink to the poor,
We'll drink with a shamrock at the bottom of our cup,
With the white and the gold and the green raised up.

Raise her high.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.