Orgullosa

Proud

Orgullosa

Ecuajey!¡Ecuajey!

You're very proud. I won't say anything elseEstá muy bien orgullosa. No te diré nada más
It seems unbelievable, me being so goodParece mentira, yo que soy tan bueno
People who are mean, mock meLa gente que es mala, se burla de mí

It doesn't matter if I call you proudNo importa si te digo orgullosa
It doesn't matter if I call you haughtyNo importa si te llamo altanera
You pass by me as if no one was thereTú pasas por mi lado como si no hubiera nadie
Full of that majesty that's in you. Look at yourself!Llena de esa majestad, que hay en ti. ¡Mírate!

People call you proudLa gente a ti te dice orgullosa
People call you haughtyLa gente a ti te llama altanera
You pass by me as if no one was thereTú pasas por mi lado como si no hubiera nadie
And then you start laughing. Look at yourself!Y luego te echas a reír. ¡Mírate!

But you're very proudPero es que está muy bien orgullosa
I won't say anything elseNo te diré nada más

I hope you findOjalá que te encuentre
Someone who no longer wants to know about youUno que a ti ya no quiera saber de ti
Treating you the same wayPoniendo de la misma manera
The way you're treating meManera como tú me estás siendo
With this cruel sentence so you sufferCon esta cruel condena para que sufras
Just like I sufferedTal como he sufrido yo

Oh, how mean they areAy, que malas son
Look at how they areMira como son
Oh, how mean they areAy, que malas son
And they're banditsY bandoleras son
Oh, how mean they are, when they don't love meAy, que malas son, cuando no me quieren
How mean they areQue malas son

I offered her my heart, invited her to my partyYo le ofrecí mi corazón, la invité pa' mi rumbón
And the bandits no longer want meY las bandoleras ya no me quieren
But blessed, how mean they are, are, arePero bendito, que mala son, son, son
Oh, how mean they are, Oh, how mean they areAy, que malas son, Ay, que malas son

Oh, how mean they areAy, que malas son
They're banditsBandaloras son
Oh, how mean they are, when they don't love meAy, que malas son, cuando no me quieren
How mean they areQue malas son

Don Pedro Flores told Polito GalíndezDon Pedro Flores le dijo a Polito Galíndez
Little black one, how mean they areNegrito que malas son
But Polito replied, Pedrito, give them a rich sound, sound, soundPero Polito le contesto, Pedrito dale rico son, son, son
Oh, how mean they are, Oh, how mean they areAy, que malas son, Ay, que malas son
Look, look at how they areMira, mira como son
Oh, how mean they are, when they don't love me, how mean they areAy, que malas son, cuando no me quieren que malas son

That proud little black girlEsa negrita orgullosa
That bewitching little black girlEsa negrita hechicera
The bandit no longer wants meLa bandolera ya no me quiere
Black girl, how mean they are in the brawlNegrita que mala son en la ruñidera
Oh, how mean they are, Oh, how mean they areAy, que malas son, Ay, que malas son
Look, look at how they areQue mira, mira como son
Oh, how mean they are, when they don't love me, how mean they areAy, que malas son, cuando no me quieren que malas son

Walk proudly. Shake it!Camina orgullosa. ¡Sacude!

Oh, how mean they are, Oh, how mean they areAy, que malas son, Ay, que malas son
And they're banditsY bandoleras son
Oh, how mean they are, when they don't love me, how mean they areAy, que malas son, cuando no me quieren que malas son
That haughty, proud little black girlEsa negrita altanera, orgullosa
How she enjoys a rich, fried vibeComo vacila rico, frito con
She's a bit bellicoseEstá un poquito belicosa
But blessed, how mean they are, but they enjoy my vibePero bendito que mala son, pero vacila mi son
Oh, how mean they are, Oh, how mean they areAy, que malas son, Ay, que malas son
Look at her, look at her, how they areMírala, mírala, como son
Oh, how mean they are, when they don't love me, how mean they areAy, que malas son, cuando no me quieren que malas son

Don Pedro Flores told Polito GalíndezDon Pedro Flores le dijo a Polito Galíndez
Little black one, how mean they areNegrito que mala son
And Polito replied, Pedrito, give them a fried vibeY Polito le contesto, Pedrito dale frito con
Oh, how mean they are, Oh, how mean they areAy, que malas son, Ay, que malas son
They're banditsBandoleras son
Oh, how mean they are, when they don't love me, how mean they areAy, que malas son, cuando no me quieren que malas son

That proud little black girlEsa negrita orgullosa
That bewitching little black girlEsa negrita hechicera
The bandit no longer wants meLa bandolera ya no me quiere
But blessed, how mean they arePero bendito que malas son
Ecuajuey! Epa! Play!Ecuajuey! Epa! Juega!