Below is the lyrics of the song Pobre Muchacho , artist - La Sonora Dinamita, Lucho ARgain with translation
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La Sonora Dinamita, Lucho ARgain
Pobre muchacho, pobre muchacho
La gente le dice por qué andas borracho
Y el pobre contesta llevao de la pena
Son esos ojasos de aquella morena
Que me han vuelto loco que me han embrujao
Pobre muchacho, pobre muchacho
Muchacha hazle caso a este pobre muchacho
Mira que lo tienes como un mamarracho
Llorando y sufriendo no más por tu amor
Pobre muchacho, pobre muchacho
Pobre muchacho, pobre muchacho
Pobre muchacho, pobre muchacho
La gente le dice dile que la amas
Y el pobre contesta quisiera y no puedo
Porque su presencia me infunde respeto
Y prefiero callar esta inmensa pasión
Pobre muchacho, pobre muchacho
Muchacha hazle caso a este pobre muchacho
Mira que lo tienes como un mamarracho
Llorando y sufriendo no más por tu amor
Pobre muchacho, pobre muchacho
Pobre muchacho, pobre muchacho
Pobre muchacho, pobre muchacho
La gente le dice por qué vives triste
Son unos ojasos como el piedralite
Verdes y quemantes lo mismo que el sol
Verdes y quemantes lo mismo que el sol
Pobre muchacho, pobre muchacho
Muchacha hazle caso a este pobre muchacho
Mira que lo tienes como un mamarracho
Llorando y sufriendo no más por tu amor
Pobre muchacho, pobre muchacho
Pobre muchacho, pobre muchacho
Poor boy, poor boy
People tell him why you're drunk
And the poor man answers, carried away with grief
It's those eyes of that brunette
That they have driven me crazy that they have bewitched me
Poor boy, poor boy
Girl pay attention to this poor boy
Look what you have like a marracho
Crying and suffering no more for your love
Poor boy, poor boy
Poor boy, poor boy
Poor boy, poor boy
People tell her tell her you love her
And the poor man answers I would like to and I can't
Because his presence gives me respect
And I prefer to silence this immense passion
Poor boy, poor boy
Girl pay attention to this poor boy
Look what you have like a marracho
Crying and suffering no more for your love
Poor boy, poor boy
Poor boy, poor boy
Poor boy, poor boy
People tell him why you live sad
They are some eyes like the stone
Green and burning the same as the sun
Green and burning the same as the sun
Poor boy, poor boy
Girl pay attention to this poor boy
Look what you have like a marracho
Crying and suffering no more for your love
Poor boy, poor boy
Poor boy, poor boy
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