Como yo, pobre de el (en inglés)

Now you’ll cheat on another in your arms
Just like me, he’ll fall for an ‘I love you’
You’ll set the trap with the poison of your sweet lips
And you’ll hypnotize him with your charms

And then, when he bites the hook
You leave him without solace
And without explanation you leave

Poor him, who idolizes you
Who dies for your skin
Poor him, who needs you
How much it’s going to hurt him
Poor him, he can’t imagine
That you’ll ruin the rest of his life
That you have such a cold soul and heart

Who could suspect, sleeping at your back
That deep down in reality you feel nothing
That you lie, that harm amuses you
That the kiss of death is trusting in so much love

Poor him, who idolizes you
Who dies for your skin
Poor him, who needs you
How much it’s going to hurt him
Poor him, he can’t imagine
That you’ll ruin the rest of his life
That you have such a cold soul and heart

Poor him, who like me
Will suffer the great betrayal
Who’s going to die every day for your love

Poor him, who idolizes you
Who dies for your skin
Poor him, who needs you
How much it’s going to hurt him
Poor him, he can’t imagine
That you’ll ruin the rest of his life
That you have such a cold soul and heart
Poor him, poor him
Like me, poor him