Las Mujeres (feat. Juanes)

Oh women, women, women
Man, what a thing women are
They are the ones who torment my soul
Ruined and restless because they no longer love me
Ruined and restless because they no longer love me

Oh my friends of love and partying
Man, what a thing my friends are
Now they are resentful because they don't understand
That ungrateful women ruined me
That ungrateful women ruined me

Oh what a thing women are, because they ruined me
Oh what a thing women are, because they ruined me
What will become of poor Juanes without money and affection
What will become of Juan Esteban without money and affection

And now I keep from some very flowery time
Here in my chest scars
Now I find myself sad without money and affection
And thrown into oblivion, by those I loved so much
And thrown into oblivion, by those I loved so much

But I have to find a girl
Who loves and understands me
Because there are still sincere hearts
And not just money, it's complete happiness
And not just money, it's complete happiness

Oh what a thing women are because they ruined me
Oh what a thing women are because they ruined me
What will become of poor Carlos without money and affection
What will become of Carlos Vives without money and affection

Oh what a thing women are because they ruined me
Oh what a thing women are because they ruined me
What will become of poor Carlos without money and affection
What will become of Carlos Huertas without money and affection
Without money and affection, what will become of poor Carlos
What will become of poor Carlos, without money and affection