Don Omar
Don Omar - Pobre diabla English translation lyrics
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Poor woman
Poor woman People say they've seen you wander around Crying over a man that is not worth a dime Poor woman, she's crying over a hopeless tramp (Eliel!) For the bachata's lovers Poor woman People say they've seen you wander around Crying over a man that is not worth a dime Poor woman, she's crying over a hopeless tramp Who has never esteemed you and who will never do, either Someone who has only made you cry But you do love him Someone who has never esteemed you Casting a spell on you with a kiss of his Someone who has only used you up And even has got you pregnant Poor woman People say they've seen you wander around Crying over a man that is not worth a dime Poor woman, she's crying over a hopeless tramp And there you are, crying Crying And only crying Crying You don't dance anymore Just cry All you do is cry And cry Poor woman People say they've seen you wander around Crying over a man that is not worth a dime Poor woman, she cries over a hopeless tramp (Eliel!) (Pa' Los De La Muchacha!) Tengo, tengo, tengo... Tengo, tengo, tengo... Tengo, tengo, tengo... Tengo, tengo, tengo... For the ones in Monte Cristi For los trigres in La Republica Who has never esteemed you and who will never do, either Someone who has only made you cry But you do love him Someone who has never esteemed you Casting a spell on you with a kiss of his Someone who has only used you up And even has got you pregnant Poor woman People say they've seen you wander around Crying over a man that is not worth a dime Poor woman, she's crying over me, her hopeless tramp Poor woman, she's crying over me, I am that hopeless tramp Poor woman, she's crying over me, I am that hopeless tramp Eliel You know it already Poor woman Tengo, tengo, tengo... Poor woman Poor woman Tengo, tengo, tengo... Tengo, tengo, tengo... Tengo, tengo, tengo... Tengo, tengo, tengo...
Pobre diabla
Pobre diabla... se dice que se te ha visto; por la calle vagando, llorando por un hombre que no vale un centavo, pobre diabla y llora por un pobre diablo. Pobre diabla, se dice que se te ha visto; por la calle vagando, llorando por un hombre que no vale un centavo, pobre diabla y llora por un pobre diablo. Que no te valorizó nunca y que nunca lo hará, que sólo te hizó llorar, pero tú lo amas, que no te valorizó, cuando con besos te hechizó, que sólo te utilizó y hasta te embarazó. Pobre diabla, se dice que se te ha visto; por la calle vagando, llorando por un hombre que no vale un centavo, pobre diabla y llora por un pobre diablo. Se te ve llorar, llorar, sólo llorar, llorar, ya no bailas más, llorar, todo es llorar, llorar. Pobre diabla, se dice que se te ha visto; por la calle vagando, llorando por un hombre que no vale un centavo, pobre diabla y llora por un pobre diablo. Que no te valorizó nunca y que nunca lo hará, que sólo te hizó llorar, pero tú lo amas, que no te valorizó, cuando con besos te hechizó, que sólo te utilizó y hasta te embarazó a ti. Pobre diabla, se dice que se te ha visto; por la calle vagando, llorando por un hombre que no vale un centavo, pobre diabla llora por mí, yo soy tu pobre diablo, pobre diabla llora por mí, yo soy tu pobre diablo, pobre diabla llora por mí, soy tu pobre diablo. Pobre diabla, pobre diabla, pobre diabla.
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Publisher: Machete Music
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