Pobre Corazón

There is nothing to be proud of, they were killed from behind
There is nothing to be proud of if we missed love
Don't laugh in their faces, they won't be here tomorrow
Don't laugh in your suits the king dies, the pages cry

You won't be able to buy this poor heart
You will not be able to look betrayal in the face
No one will sing, nothing can be better
Nobody will dance, everything could be worse
Then I learned that I wouldn't know what we should always know
Then I knew I wouldn't laugh
If the truth does not want to be hidden

You will not be able to buy

I think I'll forget tomorrow, to start with, I have tears left over
I think that tomorrow I will hide all the sorrows that I raised yesterday

There is nothing to be proud of, they were shot dead
There is nothing to be proud of, they rubbed their spines
Don't laugh in their faces
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You will not be able to buy
I think I'll forget tomorrow