Pobre Tipo - Guasones

Ya ni su sombra lo puede ver

Sigue llorando

Por las diagonales, diez años después

Es un artista

Siempre lo dijo, soy el mejor

Yo lo conozco

Es un cobarde, es un traidor

Te equivocaste

Te la creíste

Sabemos, el tiempo dice la verdad

Veo que te sorprendiste

Va por las radios

Como despechado, mostrando dolor

Y por los diarios

Dice que somos de lo peor

Con tu soberbia

Y resentimiento vas a seguir

Cuando te cruce

Yo te diría que corras por ahí

Te equivocaste

Te la creíste

Sabemos, el tiempo dice la verdad

Veo que te sorprendiste

Y nos engañaste

Y te arrepentiste

Por suerte soy un hombre, no como vos

Eso te pone muy triste

Mientras llora

Las intimidades, nene, nunca se dicen

Mientras llora…

Te equivocaste

Y te la creíste

Sabemos, el tiempo dice la verdad

Veo que te sorprendiste

Nos engañaste

Y te arrepentiste

Por suerte soy un hombre, no como vos

Eso te pone muy triste

Eso te pone muy triste

Te pone muy triste

Not even his shadow can see him anymore

Keeps crying

Through the diagonals, ten years later

He is an artist

He always said it, I'm the best

I know him

He is a coward, he is a traitor

you were wrong

you believed it

We know, time tells the truth

I see you were surprised

It goes through the radios

Like spiteful, showing pain

and for the newspapers

He says we're the worst

with your pride

And resentment you will continue

When I cross you

I would tell you to run around

you were wrong

you believed it

We know, time tells the truth

I see you were surprised

and you fooled us

and you regretted

Luckily I'm a man, not like you

That makes you very sad

while crying

Intimacies, baby, are never told

while crying...

you were wrong

And you believed it

We know, time tells the truth

I see you were surprised

you fooled us

and you regretted

Luckily I'm a man, not like you

That makes you very sad

That makes you very sad

makes you very sad