Araca Corazón

Heartbreaker, shut up a bit
And listen, please, to this sweet talk!
If you know her love is all yours
And there's no reason to play dumb,
Heartbreaker, shut up a bit.

That's how a poor thief sang
Who, because of her, ended up in jail
While the flirt
With her charms
In the streets
Of Buenos Aires
Went rolling around.

But as everything ends in this life
One afternoon he left prison,
And upon finding her, the poor thief said
'Come back with me, please!'

'I can't come back'
Said the flirt...
'My love
Is already over.'
A shadow passed by,
A shot was fired,
The flirt fell
And an ambulance
Calmly took her away.

And once again in the nighttime hours,
When the prison sleeps peacefully,
From the last cell of the jail
You can hear the thief singing this song.

Heartbreaker, shut up a bit
And listen, please, to this sweet talk!
And there's no reason to play dumb,
If you know her love was never yours
Heartbreaker, shut up a bit.