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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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Machete Music

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Released in: 2007

Language: Spanish

Translations: German , English , French , Italian , Dutch

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