Ese Muchacho
Ese muchacho que se cree dueño del mundo
Que se piensa que la vida es un segundo
Ese muchacho que de todo sabe nada
Mucho menos sabra el como se ama
Ese muchacho que se piensa un buen amante
Se propone convencido conquistarme
Ese muchacho debe ser un buen amigo
Pero no puede tener amor conmigo
Ese muchacho pobre niño
Que no ha peliado en la batalla
Confunde el dia con la noche
Es un gorrion hechando alas
Ese muchacho pobre niño
Quiere enredarme con su trampa
El no supone que a mi antojo
Le robaria hasta el alma
Ese muchacho que no sabe lo que quiere
Tiene miedo enamorarse libremente
Ese muchacho que jamas arriesga nada
No conoce que al amor no se le miente
Ese muchacho pobre niño
Que no ha peliado en la batalla
Confunde el dia con la noche
Es un gorrion hechando alas
Ese muchacho pobre niño
Quiere enredarme con su trampa
El no supone que a mi antojo
Le robaria hasta el alma
That Boy
That boy who thinks he's the owner of the world
Who believes life is a second
That boy who knows everything about nothing
Much less will he know how to love
That boy who thinks he's a good lover
He proposes, convinced, to conquer me
That boy must be a good friend
But he can't have love with me
That boy, poor kid
Who hasn't fought in the battle
Confuses day with night
He's a sparrow spreading wings
That boy, poor kid
Wants to entangle me with his trap
He doesn't suppose that at my whim
I would steal even his soul
That boy who doesn't know what he wants
Is afraid to fall in love freely
That boy who never risks anything
Doesn't know that love cannot be lied to
That boy, poor kid
Who hasn't fought in the battle
Confuses day with night
He's a sparrow spreading wings
That boy, poor kid
Wants to entangle me with his trap
He doesn't suppose that at my whim
I would steal even his soul