Tres Consejos

You say I'm dying
'Cause I can't see you
You’re starting to think you own
The love I have for you
A bird in the hand is worth more
Than a hundred in the sky
Don’t get your hopes up too high
First, you gotta catch me right

In matters of the heart
You can't trust too easily
Love or being loved, no
Shouldn't be a guarantee
'Cause from the plate to the mouth
Sometimes the soup just spills
Better to be a little wary
And you won’t feel the pain

Those who don’t heed the advice
Will never grow old
If you shave your neighbor's beard
You better watch your own
Love is really beautiful
You can't deny that fact
Give it little by little
And it will never fade away