Pobre Tipo
Está tan solo
Ya ni su sombra lo puede ver
Sigue llorando
Por las diagonales, diez años después
Es un artista
Siempre lo dijo, soy el mejor
Yo lo conozco
Es un cobarde, es un traidor
Te equivocaste
Te la creíste
Sabemos, el tiempo dice la verdad
Veo que te sorprendiste
Va por las radios
Como despechado, mostrando dolor
Y por los diarios
Dice que somos de lo peor
Con tu soberbia
Y resentimiento vas a seguir
Cuando te cruce
Yo te diría que corras por ahí
Te equivocaste
Te la creíste
Sabemos, el tiempo dice la verdad
Veo que te sorprendiste
Y nos engañaste
Y te arrepentiste
Por suerte soy un hombre, no como vos
Eso te pone muy triste
Mientras llora
Las intimidades, nene, nunca se dicen
Mientras llora
Te equivocaste
Y te la creíste
Sabemos, el tiempo dice la verdad
Veo que te sorprendiste
Nos engañaste
Y te arrepentiste
Por suerte soy un hombre, no como vos
Eso te pone muy triste
Eso te pone muy triste
Te pone muy triste
Poor Guy
He is so alone
Not even his shadow can see him
He keeps crying
Through the diagonals, ten years later
He's an artist
He always said, I'm the best
I know him
He's a coward, he's a traitor
You were wrong
You believed it
We know, time tells the truth
I see you were surprised
It's on the radios
Like a jilted lover, showing pain
And in the newspapers
He says we are the worst
With your arrogance
And resentment you will continue
When I come across you
I would tell you to run away
You were wrong
You believed it
We know, time tells the truth
I see you were surprised
And you deceived us
And you regretted it
Luckily I am a man, not like you
That makes you very sad
While he cries
Intimacies, kid, are never said
While he cries
You were wrong
And you believed it
We know, time tells the truth
I see you were surprised
You deceived us
And you regretted it
Luckily I am a man, not like you
That makes you very sad
That makes you very sad
It makes you very sad