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Don't Be Fooled, Heart

Rodolfo Sciammarella

No Te Engañes Corazón

No te dejes engañar, corazón,
Por su querer, por su mentir.
No te vayas a olvidar
Que es mujer y que, al nacer,
Del engaño hizo un sentir.
Miente al llorar, miente al reir,
Miente al sufrir y a al amar.
Miente al jurar falsa pasión,
No te engañes, corazón.

Me apena verte con ella del brazo,
Si a mí me dio el esquinazo,
A vos qué no te dará.
Oíme, yo que soy tu amigo viejo
Quiero darte un buen consejo,
Largala y te convendrá.

Acaso te llore y se desespere
Y te diga que te quiere,
Viejo ardid de la mujer.
No creas que a vos sólo ha de quererte,
Si juró que hasta la muerte,
Solo mía había de ser.

No te dejes engañar, corazón,
Por su querer, por su mentir.
No te vayas a olvidar
Que fue mía y que algun día
Te podés arrepentir.

Si has de llorar con gran dolor
Se ha de burlar de tu amor.
No te olvidés que ella es mujer,
No te dejes convencer.

No creas que es la envidia o el despecho,
Por todo el mal que me ha hecho,
Que hace que yo te hable así.
Bien sabes que no hay envidia en mi pecho,
Que soy un hombre derecho,
Que soy como siempre fui.

Don't Be Fooled, Heart

Don't let yourself be fooled, heart,
By her love, by her lies.
Don't forget
That she's a woman and, from birth,
She made deception a feeling.
She lies when she cries, lies when she laughs,
Lies when she suffers and when she loves.
She lies when she swears false passion,
Don't be fooled, heart.

It pains me to see you with her on your arm,
If she gave me the slip,
What makes you think she won't do the same to you?
Listen to me, I'm your old friend
I want to give you some good advice,
Dump her, it'll be for the best.

Maybe she'll cry and get desperate
And tell you that she loves you,
Old trick of a woman.
Don't think she’ll only love you,
If she swore that until death,
She was only meant to be mine.

Don't let yourself be fooled, heart,
By her love, by her lies.
Don't forget
That she was mine and that one day
You might regret it.

If you're going to cry with great pain
She'll just mock your love.
Don't forget that she's a woman,
Don't let her convince you.

Don't think it's envy or spite,
For all the harm she's done to me,
That makes me talk to you like this.
You know well there's no envy in my heart,
I'm an honest man,
I'm just like I’ve always been.

Escrita por: Rodolfo Sciammarella