Pobre corazón - Los Bunkers

No hay de qué enorgullecerse

Los mataron por la espalda

No hay de qué enorgullecerse

Si el amor nos hizo falta

No se rían en sus caras

Ya no van a estar mañana

No se rían en sus trajes

Muere el rey lloran los pajes

No podrás comprar

Este pobre corazón

No podrás mirar

A la cara la traición

Nadie cantará nada puede estar mejor

Nadie bailará todo puede estar peor

Luego supe que no sabría

Lo que siempre debimos saber

Luego supe que no reiría

Si la verdad no se quiere esconder

No podrás comprar

Este pobre corazón

No podrás mirar

A la cara la traición

No podrás comprar

Este pobre corazón

No podrás mirar

A la cara la traición

Creo que mañana olvidaré

Para empezar me sobran lágrimas

Creo que mañana esconderé

Todas las penas que ayer alcé

No hay de qué enorgullecerse

Los mataron a balazos

No hay de qué enorgullecerse

Sobaron sus espinazos

No se rían en sus caras

Oh oh oh oh

No podrás comprar

Este pobre corazón

No podrás mirar

A la cara la traición

No podrás comprar

Este pobre corazón

No podrás mirar

A la cara la traición

Creo que mañana olvidaré

Para empezar me sobran lágrimas

Creo que mañana esconderé

Todas las penas que ayer alcé

There is nothing to be proud of

They were killed from behind

There is nothing to be proud of

If we needed love

Don't laugh in their faces

They won't be here tomorrow

Don't laugh in your suits

The king dies, the pages cry

you will not be able to buy

this poor heart

you won't be able to look

In the face of betrayal

No one will sing nothing can be better

Nobody will dance everything can be worse

Then I knew that I wouldn't know

What we always should have known

Then I knew that I wouldn't laugh

If the truth does not want to hide

you will not be able to buy

this poor heart

you won't be able to look

In the face of betrayal

you will not be able to buy

this poor heart

you won't be able to look

In the face of betrayal

I think tomorrow I will forget

To begin with, I have plenty of tears

I think tomorrow I'll hide

All the sorrows that I raised yesterday

There is nothing to be proud of

They were shot to death

There is nothing to be proud of

They rubbed their spines

Don't laugh in their faces

Oh oh oh oh

you will not be able to buy

this poor heart

you won't be able to look

In the face of betrayal

you will not be able to buy

this poor heart

you won't be able to look

In the face of betrayal

I think tomorrow I will forget

To begin with, I have plenty of tears

I think tomorrow I'll hide

All the sorrows that I raised yesterday