Dicen Que Dicen

Come, get closer, don't be afraid,
I have my fist, you see, anchored.
I just want to tell you a story
About some loves I've witnessed.
They say they say, she was a girl
All tenderness, like you were,
She was the pride of a tough guy
With a good heart... Like I was.

And the story goes
That in a little house
They lived in glory together.
And the neighborhood says he loved her
With the same faith
I had in you.
But one night
For a job
The gentle tough guy
Had to leave,
Caught up in other
Dog loves
That girl
Had left him.

They say they say, that since then
Burning with hatred in his heart,
The gentle tough guy searched for the girl
High and low like I did.
And when he wanted, just as fate would have it,
He found her, like I found you,
He grabbed her by the neck
Of that bitch... Like I do...

Neighbor, don't call anyone.
Don't be afraid, I'm unarmed.
I just wanted to tell you a story,
But bitterness has betrayed me...
They say they say, neighbor, that she was
All tenderness, the one who died...
She was the pride of a tough guy
With a good heart... Like I was...