Orgullosa
¡Ecuajey!
Está muy bien orgullosa. No te diré nada más
Parece mentira, yo que soy tan bueno
La gente que es mala, se burla de mí
No importa si te digo orgullosa
No importa si te llamo altanera
Tú pasas por mi lado como si no hubiera nadie
Llena de esa majestad, que hay en ti. ¡Mírate!
La gente a ti te dice orgullosa
La gente a ti te llama altanera
Tú pasas por mi lado como si no hubiera nadie
Y luego te echas a reír. ¡Mírate!
Pero es que está muy bien orgullosa
No te diré nada más
Ojalá que te encuentre
Uno que a ti ya no quiera saber de ti
Poniendo de la misma manera
Manera como tú me estás siendo
Con esta cruel condena para que sufras
Tal como he sufrido yo
Ay, que malas son
Mira como son
Ay, que malas son
Y bandoleras son
Ay, que malas son, cuando no me quieren
Que malas son
Yo le ofrecí mi corazón, la invité pa' mi rumbón
Y las bandoleras ya no me quieren
Pero bendito, que mala son, son, son
Ay, que malas son, Ay, que malas son
Ay, que malas son
Bandaloras son
Ay, que malas son, cuando no me quieren
Que malas son
Don Pedro Flores le dijo a Polito Galíndez
Negrito que malas son
Pero Polito le contesto, Pedrito dale rico son, son, son
Ay, que malas son, Ay, que malas son
Mira, mira como son
Ay, que malas son, cuando no me quieren que malas son
Esa negrita orgullosa
Esa negrita hechicera
La bandolera ya no me quiere
Negrita que mala son en la ruñidera
Ay, que malas son, Ay, que malas son
Que mira, mira como son
Ay, que malas son, cuando no me quieren que malas son
Camina orgullosa. ¡Sacude!
Ay, que malas son, Ay, que malas son
Y bandoleras son
Ay, que malas son, cuando no me quieren que malas son
Esa negrita altanera, orgullosa
Como vacila rico, frito con
Está un poquito belicosa
Pero bendito que mala son, pero vacila mi son
Ay, que malas son, Ay, que malas son
Mírala, mírala, como son
Ay, que malas son, cuando no me quieren que malas son
Don Pedro Flores le dijo a Polito Galíndez
Negrito que mala son
Y Polito le contesto, Pedrito dale frito con
Ay, que malas son, Ay, que malas son
Bandoleras son
Ay, que malas son, cuando no me quieren que malas son
Esa negrita orgullosa
Esa negrita hechicera
La bandolera ya no me quiere
Pero bendito que malas son
Ecuajuey! Epa! Juega!
Proud
Ecuajey!
You're very proud. I won't say anything else
It seems unbelievable, me being so good
People who are mean, mock me
It doesn't matter if I call you proud
It doesn't matter if I call you haughty
You pass by me as if no one was there
Full of that majesty that's in you. Look at yourself!
People call you proud
People call you haughty
You pass by me as if no one was there
And then you start laughing. Look at yourself!
But you're very proud
I won't say anything else
I hope you find
Someone who no longer wants to know about you
Treating you the same way
The way you're treating me
With this cruel sentence so you suffer
Just like I suffered
Oh, how mean they are
Look at how they are
Oh, how mean they are
And they're bandits
Oh, how mean they are, when they don't love me
How mean they are
I offered her my heart, invited her to my party
And the bandits no longer want me
But blessed, how mean they are, are, are
Oh, how mean they are, Oh, how mean they are
Oh, how mean they are
They're bandits
Oh, how mean they are, when they don't love me
How mean they are
Don Pedro Flores told Polito Galíndez
Little black one, how mean they are
But Polito replied, Pedrito, give them a rich sound, sound, sound
Oh, how mean they are, Oh, how mean they are
Look, look at how they are
Oh, how mean they are, when they don't love me, how mean they are
That proud little black girl
That bewitching little black girl
The bandit no longer wants me
Black girl, how mean they are in the brawl
Oh, how mean they are, Oh, how mean they are
Look, look at how they are
Oh, how mean they are, when they don't love me, how mean they are
Walk proudly. Shake it!
Oh, how mean they are, Oh, how mean they are
And they're bandits
Oh, how mean they are, when they don't love me, how mean they are
That haughty, proud little black girl
How she enjoys a rich, fried vibe
She's a bit bellicose
But blessed, how mean they are, but they enjoy my vibe
Oh, how mean they are, Oh, how mean they are
Look at her, look at her, how they are
Oh, how mean they are, when they don't love me, how mean they are
Don Pedro Flores told Polito Galíndez
Little black one, how mean they are
And Polito replied, Pedrito, give them a fried vibe
Oh, how mean they are, Oh, how mean they are
They're bandits
Oh, how mean they are, when they don't love me, how mean they are
That proud little black girl
That bewitching little black girl
The bandit no longer wants me
But blessed, how mean they are
Ecuajuey! Epa! Play!