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Poor Devil

Emmanuel

Pobre diablo

Sé que aprovechas mi ausencia
Para dar con la forma
De encontrarte con ella

Sé que al volver yo la espalda
Tu la miras con ganas
Y deseos de tenerla

Sé si no estoy que la llamas
Y la abrumas y engañas
Como zorro a su presa

Tú, amigo, tú, pobre diablo
Tú, amigo, tú, pobre diablo
Se nota que no la conoces
Que el tuyo es un tiempo perdido
Pues sé que ella sabe quien eres
Y no eres su tipo

Tú, amigo, tú, pobre diablo
Tú, amigo, tú, pobre diablo
No olvides que soy perro viejo
Que cuando tu vas yo ya he vuelto
Me causas tristeza
Me das compasión, me das pena

Sé que aprovechas mi ausencia
Para hablarle de lunas
Y de mil cosas bellas

Sé que tu mano en su manos
No es de amigos de años
Tú acaricias y aprietas

Sé que es agrede lo tuyo
Que en el bar y en la mesa
A su lado te encuentras

Tú, amigo, tú, pobre diablo
Tú, amigo, tú, pobre diablo
Se nota que no la conoces
Que el tuyo es un tiempo perdido
Pues sé que ella sabe quien eres
Y no eres su tipo

Tú, amigo, tú, pobre diablo
Tú, amigo, tú, pobre diablo
No olvides que soy perro viejo
Que cuando tu vas yo ya he vuelto
Me causas tristeza
Me das compasión, me das pena

Poor Devil

I know you take advantage of my absence
To find a way
To be with her

I know when I turn my back
You look at her with desire
And wanting to have her

I know when I'm not around you call her
And overwhelm and deceive her
Like a fox with its prey

You, my friend, you, poor devil
You, my friend, you, poor devil
It's clear you don't know her
That yours is a wasted time
'Cause I know she knows who you are
And you're not her type

You, my friend, you, poor devil
You, my friend, you, poor devil
Don't forget I'm an old dog
That when you leave, I've already returned
You make me sad
You give me pity, you make me feel sorry

I know you take advantage of my absence
To talk to her about moons
And a thousand beautiful things

I know your hand in hers
Isn't from years of friendship
You caress and squeeze

I know your intentions are aggressive
That at the bar and at the table
You find yourself by her side

You, my friend, you, poor devil
You, my friend, you, poor devil
It's clear you don't know her
That yours is a wasted time
'Cause I know she knows who you are
And you're not her type

You, my friend, you, poor devil
You, my friend, you, poor devil
Don't forget I'm an old dog
That when you leave, I've already returned
You make me sad
You give me pity, you make me feel sorry

Escrita por: Ana Magdalena / Manuel Alejandro