Lyrics and translation Ninel Conde - Pobre Diablo

Pobre Diablo

Sé
Que aprovechas mi ausencia
Para dar con la forma
De encontrarte con ella
Sé
Que al volver yo la espalda
Tu la miras con ganas
Y deseos de tenerla
Sé
Si no estoy que la llamas
Y la abrumas y engañas
Como zorro a su presa
Tu amigo tu
Pobre diablo...
Tu amigo tu
Pobre diablo...
Se nota que no la conoces
Lo tuyo es un tiempo perdido
Pues ella ya sabe quien eres
Y no eres su tipo
Tu amigo tu
Pobre diablo...
Tu amigo tu
Pobre diablo...
No olvides que soy perro viejo
Que cuando tu vas yo ya he vuelto
Me causas tristeza,
Me das compasión,
Me das pena...
Sé
Que aprovechas mi ausencia
Para hablarle de lunas
Y de mil cosas bellas
Sé
Que tu mano en su mano
No es de amigos de años
Tu acaricias y aprietas
Se
Que sabré de lo tuyo
Que en el bar y en la mesa
A su lado te encuentras
Tu amigo tu
Pobre diablo...
Tu amigo tu
Pobre diablo...
Se nota que no la conoces
Lo tuyo es un tiempo perdido
Pues ella ya sabe quien eres
Y no eres su tipo
Tu amigo tu
Pobre diablo...
Tu amigo tu
Pobre diablo...
No olvides que soy perro viejo
Que cuando tu vas yo ya he vuelto
Me causas tristeza,
Me das compasión,
Me das pena...
Tu amigo tu...

Poor Devil

I know
You take advantage of my absence
To find a way
To meet with her
I know
That when I turn my back
You look at her with desire
And a longing to have her
I know
That if I'm not there, you call her
And overwhelm and deceive her
Like a fox to its prey
My friend, you
You poor devil...
My friend, you
You poor devil...
It's obvious that you don't know her
Your efforts are wasted time
Because she already knows what you are
And you're not her type
My friend, you
You poor devil...
My friend, you
You poor devil...
Don't forget that I'm an old dog
By the time you go, I've already returned
You make me feel sad
You give me pity
You make me feel sorry...
I know
You take advantage of my absence
To talk to her about the moon
And a thousand beautiful things
I know
That your hand in her hand
Is not that of friends for years
You caress and hold tight
I know
That I will find out about your affair
That in the bar and at the table
You are next to her
My friend, you
You poor devil...
My friend, you
You poor devil...
It's obvious that you don't know her
Your efforts are wasted time
Because she already knows what you are
And you're not her type
My friend, you
You poor devil...
My friend, you
You poor devil...
Don't forget that I'm an old dog
By the time you go, I've already returned
You make me feel sad,
You give me pity
You make me feel sorry...
My friend you...