Hombres como tú [English translation]

You're not going to see me again

I don't suffer from carvings

I walk with my feet

And your love was lame

You're a collection error

For my briefcase

Mockery of conversation

with my next boyfriend

Nobody will meet

Your real face

A common street thug , thief, parasite of the ego

And at the end

You give me sadness , you give me sorrow

Men like you serve for two things nothing more

Get in and out of my altar

Neirther my candle will you save

Men like you serve for two things only

To wish you bad

I don't have time left

I know that you're going to screw it up

You have so much talent

And you're not going to return

And you're going to follow

And I'm going to laugh at you

You don't worth a weight