Como Yo, Pobre De El
Bustamante
Like Me, Poor Him
Now you will deceive, another in your arms
Just like I fell for an 'I love you'
You will set the trap with poison
From your sweet lips
And you will mesmerize him with your charms
And then on the edge of the hook
You leave him without comfort
And without explanation, you go
Poor him who idolizes you
Who dies for your skin
Poor him who misses you
It will hurt him with everything
Poor him can't imagine
That you will ruin the rest of his life
That you are so cold in soul and heart
What can he suspect
Falling asleep on your back
That deep down in reality
You feel nothing, that you lie
That the harm amuses you
That the kiss of death
Is to trust so much love
Poor him who like me
Will suffer the great betrayal
That he will die
Daily for your love
Poor him, poor him
Like me, poor him
