Текст и перевод песни Emmanuel - 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
Tú 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

Tú, amigo tú, pobre diablo
Tú, amigo tú, pobre diablo

Se nota que no la conoces
Lo tuyo es un tiempo perdido
Pues ella ya sabe quién eres
Y no eres su tipo

Tú, amigo tú, pobre diablo
Tú, amigo tú, pobre diablo

No olvides que soy perro viejo
Que cuando tú 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

Sé, que sabré de lo tuyo
Que en el bar y en la mesa
A su lado te encuentras

Tú, amigo tú, pobre diablo
Tú, amigo tú, pobre diablo

Se nota que no la conoces
Lo tuyo es un tiempo perdido
Pues sé que ella sabe quién eres
Y no eres su tipo

Tú, amigo tú, pobre diablo
Tú, amigo tú, pobre diablo

No olvides que soy perro viejo
Que cuando tú vas yo ya he vuelto
Me causas tristeza
Me das compasión, me das pena

Tú, amigo tú, pobre diablo
Tú, amigo tú, pobre diablo

Poor Devil

I know you take advantage of my absence
To find a way to meet with her
I know when I turn my back
You look at her with desire and longing to have her

I know if I'm not there you call her
And you overwhelm and deceive her
Like a fox to its prey

You, my friend, you poor devil
You, my friend, you poor devil

It's obvious you don't know her
You're wasting your time
Because she already knows who you are
And you're not her type

You, my friend, you poor devil
You, my friend, you poor devil

Don't forget that I'm an old dog
When you go, I've already returned
You make me sad
You give me compassion, you make me feel sorry for you

I know you take advantage of my absence
To talk to her about the moon
And a thousand beautiful things

I know your hand in hers
Is not that of friends for years
You caress and squeeze

I know I'll hear about you
That at the bar and at the table
You are next to her

You, my friend, you poor devil
You, my friend, you poor devil

It's obvious you don't know her
You're wasting your time
Because I know she knows who you are
And you're not her type

You, my friend, you poor devil
You, my friend, you poor devil

Don't forget that I'm an old dog
When you go, I've already returned
You make me sad
You give me compassion, you make me feel sorry for you

You, my friend, you poor devil
You, my friend, you poor devil