Mas Sabe El Diablo

Yea! Come on
Look, the devil knows more
Of love, it is my sentence
Dying in your skin, hey

Look, the devil knows more about love
What a good thing it is to love you, woman

I am from the street representing the neighborhood
I am current in the area
On the corners of New York
Between violence, indifference like bread
I am a survivor of every day, I am a decent person
I'm really trying to find
Happiness amidst so much noise and aggression
Sometimes behind bars, sometimes from outside
I want more than parole

Look, the devil knows more
Of love it is my sentence to die in your skin, hey

Look, the devil knows more about love
What a good thing it is to love you, woman

Things of destiny happen when you least expect it
You were touched by Cupid's arrow and I threw you into the wax
And it's not that I don't want to love the woman
For which I would give my life even if it has an owner

Tell them your dream, it keeps me and gives me strength
To get out of this hell
Even though I only see it from afar, I can feel the bi
From his heart much more (Tritatushodo)

The street does not change, it is full of children who are worse
That their parents at the same time
They were worse than their parents
It will always be the same
Because the street, the street does not change

Look, the devil knows more
Of love, it is my sentence
Dying in your skin, hey

Look, the devil knows more about love
What a good thing it is to love you, woman