Pobre diablo [English translation]

I know / That you exploit my absence

To figure out the way / To meet her

I know / That when I turn around / You look at her

wanting / And desiring to have her

I know / If I'm not around, you call her / And you overwhelm

and deceive her / Like a fox does to its pray

You, my friend? You? Poor wretched man!

You, my friend? You? Poor wretched man!

It's clear that you don't know her

Yours is wasted time

For she already knows who you are

And you aren't her type

You, my friend? You? Poor wretched man!

You, my friend? You? Poor wretched man!

Don't forget that I'm an old hand

That I'm one step ahead of you

I feel sad for you

I feel sorry for you, I pity you

I know / That you exploit my absence

To talk to her about moons / And of a thousand beautiful things

I know / That your hand over hers / It isn't like those of old friends

You caress and squeeze

I know / That I'll hear about your move / That at the bar

and at the table / You are by her side

You, my friend? You? Poor wretched man!

You, my friend? You? Poor wretched man!

It's clear that you don't know her

Yours is wasted time

For she already knows who you are

And you aren't her type

You, my friend? You? Poor wretched man!

You, my friend? You? Poor wretched man!

Don't forget that I'm an old hand

That I'm one step ahead of you

I feel sad for you

I feel sorry for you, I pity you

You, my friend? You? Poor wretched man!

You, my friend? You? Poor wretched man!

• Artist:Emmanuel
• Album:Emmanuel (1984)