Pobre diablo

I know you take advantage of my absence
to find a way
to meet her,
I know that when I turn my back
you look at her eagerly
and desire to have her,
I know if I'm not there you call her
and overwhelm and deceive her
like a fox to its prey, your friend

Your friend, you poor devil
Your friend, you poor devil
It's clear you don't know her
that yours is time wasted
because I know she knows who you are
and you're not her type
Your friend, you poor devil
Your friend, you poor devil
Don't forget I'm an old dog
that when you go, I've already returned
you make me sad
you give me compassion, you give me pity

I know you take advantage of my absence
to talk to her about moons
and a thousand beautiful things
I know your hand in hers
friends for years
you caress and squeeze
I know she's just being polite
that in the bar and at the table
she finds you by her side

Your friend, you poor devil
Your friend, you poor devil
It's clear you don't know her
that yours is time wasted
because I know she knows who you are
and you're not her type
Your friend, you poor devil
Your friend, you poor devil
Don't forget I'm an old dog
that when you go, I've already returned
you make me sad
you give me compassion, you give me pity...