Miserable

Wretched, do not deny it
Don't make fun of a few more pesos that you have
Be a little more of a man and show your face

That I, like you, am a person from the neighborhood
It wasn't a woman you cheated on
It was the girl from the house that you entangled

Don't pretend to be miserable
For a few more pesos that you have, do not humiliate her
Be a little more of a man and show your face

With me, for God's sake, it will cost you dearly
It wasn't a woman you cheated on
She's my girl and there's no reason to forgive you

Wretched, miserable

As she cries, she senses that she is a sinner
Sinner, sinner
As she cries, she senses that she is a sinner

My youngest daughter takes her and asks her what happened
Why Cristina's belly swelled

As she cries, she senses that she is a sinner

How confused my baby is
He doesn't even go out to the corner because he's dying of grief

As she cries, she senses that she is a sinner

But this does not stay like this
Even if a sentence awaits me later

As she cries, she senses that she is a sinner
Sinner, sinner

As she cries, she senses that she is a sinner
Sinner, sinner

My home is destroyed
For a corrupt man
The honor of my house corroded
Tell me, Mr. Judge
My revenge makes sense

As she cries, she senses that she is a sinner
Sinner, sinner

Wretched, miserable
Wretched, miserable