A Ese
A ese que camina a tu lado
Y que se ve enamorado
Lo quiero compadecer
A ese que en tu trampa ha caido
Y que también ha creido
En el fuego de tu amor
Que no sabe como eres tu
Que siempre pagas con traición
Haces un arte perfecto de la mentira
A ese que a tu lado solo es
Un pobre diablo
Y que después dira talves las mismas cosas
Que ahora sin querer digo de el
To That Guy
To that guy walking by your side
Who looks so in love
I feel sorry for him
To that guy who's fallen for your trap
And who also believed
In the fire of your love
He doesn't know how you really are
That you always pay with betrayal
You make a perfect art out of lying
To that guy next to you, he's just
A poor fool
And later he'll probably say the same things
That I’m now saying about him without meaning to