Oh the women, the women, the women
Man, what a thing, the women
They are the ones who have my soul in torment
Ruined and without calm because they don't love me anymore
Ruined and without calm because they don't love me anymore
And my friends of love and partying
Man, what a thing, my friends
Now they're resentful because they don't understand
How ungrateful, the women destroyed me
How ungrateful, the women destroyed me
Oh, what a thing, the women, because they destroyed me
Oh, what a thing, the women, because they destroyed me
What will become of poor Juanes without money and without affection?
What will become of Juan Esteban without money and without affection?
And now I keep from some very flowery time
And now I find myself sad without money and affection
And thrown into oblivion, by those that I loved so much
And thrown into oblivion, by those that I loved so much
But I have to find a girl
Who loves me and understands me
Because sincere hearts still exist
And not just money, it's complete happiness
And not just money, it's complete happiness
Oh, what a thing, the women, because they destroyed me
Oh, what a thing, the women, because they destroyed me
What will become of poor Carlos without money and without affection?
What will become of Carlos Vives without money and without affection?
Oh, what a thing, the women, because they destroyed me
Oh, what a thing, the women, because they destroyed me
What will become of poor Carlos without money and without affection?
What will become of Carlos Huertas without money and without affection?
Without money and without affection, what will become of poor Carlos?
What will become of poor Carlos, without money and without affection?