Pobre de él
José Feliciano
Poor Him
Who's suffering at this moment
who will be the toy of this feeling,
so cruel.
Who's giving all their affection
who's crying
like a thirsty child.
Who's wanting, who's lost,
who has life hanging by a thread
who is, who is, who is.
Poor him
I know he's lost
and I can't stop it
poor him
the love he has
hardly lets him see
poor him
who hasn't realized
that his kingdom is made of paper
poor him
who's going through now
what I've already been through,
poor him, poor him, poor him.
Who's dreaming of feeling loved
who asks for nothing and has given everything
who is.
Who's begging for a caress
who's living this great misfortune
who is, who is, who is...
