Pobre diablo

I know you take advantage of my absence
To find a way
To be with her

I know when I turn my back
You look at her with desire
And wanting to have her

I know when I'm not around you call her
And overwhelm and deceive her
Like a fox with its prey

You, my friend, you, poor devil
You, my friend, you, poor devil
It's clear you don't know her
That yours is a wasted time
'Cause 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 I'm an old dog
That when you leave, I've already returned
You make me sad
You give me pity, you make me feel sorry

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
Isn't from years of friendship
You caress and squeeze

I know your intentions are aggressive
That at the bar and at the table
You find yourself by her side

You, my friend, you, poor devil
You, my friend, you, poor devil
It's clear you don't know her
That yours is a wasted time
'Cause 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 I'm an old dog
That when you leave, I've already returned
You make me sad
You give me pity, you make me feel sorry