Orgullosa

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!