Pobre Corazón
No hay de que enorgullecerse los mataron por la espalda
No hay de que norgullecerse si el amor nos hizo falta
No se rian en sus caras ya no van a estar mañana
No se rian en sus trajes muere el rey, lloran los pajes
No podrás comprar este pobre corazón
No podrás mirar a la cara a la traición
Nadie cantará, nada puede estar mejor
Nadie bailará, todo puede estar peor
Luego supe que no sabria lo que siempre debimos saber
Luego supe que no reiría
Si la verdad no se quiere esconder
No podrás comprar
Creo que mañana olvidaré para empezar me sobran lagrimas
Creo que mañana esconderé todas las penas que ayer alcé
No hay de que enorgullecerse los mataron a balazos
No hay de que enorgullecerse sobaron sus espinazos
No se rian en sus caras
Oh, oh, oh, oh
No podrás comprar
Creo que mañana olvidaré
Poor Heart
There is nothing to be proud of, they were killed from behind
There is nothing to be proud of if we missed love
Don't laugh in their faces, they won't be here tomorrow
Don't laugh in your suits the king dies, the pages cry
You won't be able to buy this poor heart
You will not be able to look betrayal in the face
No one will sing, nothing can be better
Nobody will dance, everything could be worse
Then I learned that I wouldn't know what we should always know
Then I knew I wouldn't laugh
If the truth does not want to be hidden
You will not be able to buy
I think I'll forget tomorrow, to start with, I have tears left over
I think that tomorrow I will hide all the sorrows that I raised yesterday
There is nothing to be proud of, they were shot dead
There is nothing to be proud of, they rubbed their spines
Don't laugh in their faces
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You will not be able to buy
I think I'll forget tomorrow