Pobre Diablo

Yeah, I know you take advantage of my absence to get
To find a way to be with her
Yeah, I know that when I turn my back, you look at her with
Desire and longing to have her
Yeah, I know that when I'm not around, you call her and
You deceive her like a fox with its prey

You, my friend, you, poor devil
It's clear you don't know her; your time is wasted
'Cause she already knows who you are, and you're not her type
You, my friend, you, poor devil
Don't forget I'm an old dog
When you leave, I've already come back
You make me sad, you make me feel pity, you make me feel sorry

Yeah, I know you take advantage of my absence to
Talk to her about moons and a thousand beautiful things
Yeah, I know your hand in hers isn't
Just old friends; you caress and squeeze
Yeah, I know about your little game at the bar
And at the table, you find yourself by her side

You, my friend, you, poor devil
It's clear you don't know her; your time is wasted
'Cause she already knows who you are, and you're not her type
You, my friend, you, poor devil
Don't forget I'm an old dog
When you leave, I've already come back
You make me sad, you make me feel pity, you make me feel sorry