Mas Sabe El Diablo

Yea! come on
Look, but the devil knows more
About love, it's my sentence
To die in your skin, listen

Look, but the devil knows more about love
What a good thing to love you, woman

I'm from the street representing the neighborhood
I'm a presence in the area
In the corners of New York
Between violence, indifference like bread
Every day I'm a survivor, decent people
I'm for real trying to find
Happiness amidst so much noise and aggressiveness
Sometimes behind bars, sometimes from the outside
I want something more than parole

Look, but the devil knows more
About love, it's my sentence to die in your skin, listen

Look, but the devil knows more about love
It's my sentence to die in your skin, listen

Look, but the devil knows more about love
What a good thing to love you, woman, listen.