Paroles et traduction Los Bunkers - Pobre Corazón

Pobre Corazón

No hay de que enorgullecerse, los mataron por la espalda
No hay de que enorgullecerse, si el amor nos hizo falta
No se rían en sus caras, ya no van a estar mañana
No se rían 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, nadie puede estar mejor
Nadie bailará, todo puede estar peor
Luego supe que no sabría lo que siempre debimos saber
Luego supe que no reiría, si la verdad no se quiere esconder

No podrás comprar este pobre corazón
No podrás mirar a la cara a la traición
No podrás comprar este pobre corazón
No podrás mirar a la cara a la traición

Creo que mañana olvidaré
Para empezar me sobran lágrimas
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 rían en sus caras
Oh, oh, oh, oh

No podrás comprar este pobre corazón
No podrás mirar a la cara a la traición
No podrás comprar este pobre corazón
No podrás mirar a la cara a la traición

Creo que mañana olvidaré
Para empezar me sobran lágrimas
Creo que mañana esconderé
Todas las penas que ayer alcé

Poor Heart

There is nothing to be proud of, they were killed in the back
There is nothing to be proud of, if love failed us
Don't laugh in their faces, they will no longer be there tomorrow
Don't laugh in their suits, the king dies, the pages cry

You won't be able to buy this poor heart
You won't be able to look betrayal in the face

No one will sing, no one can be better
No one will dance, everything can be worse
Then I knew I wouldn't know what we should have always known
Then I knew I wouldn't laugh, if the truth doesn't want to be hidden

You won't be able to buy this poor heart
You won't be able to look betrayal in the face
You won't be able to buy this poor heart
You won't be able to look betrayal in the face

I think I'll forget tomorrow
To start with, I have too many tears
I think I'll hide tomorrow
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 won't be able to buy this poor heart
You won't be able to look betrayal in the face
You won't be able to buy this poor heart
You won't be able to look betrayal in the face

I think I'll forget tomorrow
To start with, I have too many tears
I think I'll hide tomorrow
All the sorrows that I raised yesterday