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They say of me

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They say of me...
 
They say I'm ugly
That I walk like a thug
that I am bow-legged and that I move
like an old man,
That I look like a dinosaur,
my nose is pointy,
my figure is no help
and my mouth is a mailbox.
If I chat with Luis, Pedro or Juan,
the men talk about me,
they complain that I've lost my figure
They notice if I go... if I come... or if I I've gone...
 
They say a lot of things
but if the package is so unappealing
Why are they losing their minds obsessing over me?
 
I know that there are many who deride with lies,
and they sigh and die when they ponder my love,
and more than one melts if I sigh,
And stops if I look at him, snorting in fear.
 
OK, I'm ugly, let's say it's true,
but I'd already figured that out.
Besides, this ugliness that God gave me,
a lot of women envy me because of it,
and they won't say that I believed in myself,
because I was always modest,
That's what I'm like!
 
And they hide from me...
they hide because I have dreamy eyes,
in addition to other delights that evoke feelings,
I might be ugly, but I know that on the other hand I have the skin of a doll,
Those who say I'm bow-legged haven't seen me in a nightgown
men criticize my voice,
the gait... the look... the cough,
they complain that I've lost my figure,
They notice if I go... if I come... or if I've gone.
 
They say a lot of things,
but if the package is so unappealing
Why are they losing their minds obsessing over me?
 
I know that there are many who deride with lies,
and they sigh and die when they ponder my love,
and more than one melts if I sigh,
And stops if I look at him, snorting in fear.
 
OK, I'm ugly, let's say it's true,
but I'd already figured that out.
Besides, this ugliness that God gave me,
a lot of women envy me because of it,
and they won't say that I believed in myself,
because I was always modest,
That's what I'm like!
 

Kažu za mene

Kažu za mene...
 
Kažu da sam zver,
da sam pravo zlo,
da sam grozna i šta me pokreće
da sam vetropir.
Da izgledam kao čudovište
nos mi je šiljat,
mom izgledu nema pomoći ,
i usta su mi kao neki pampur.
Da čavrljam s Luisom, sa Pedrom ili sa Huanom
govoreći o meni, muškarci me,
kritikuju da sam izgubila liniju,
zalepe mi se kad idem, kad dođem ili kad odlazim...
 
Mnoge stvari mi govore,
više me kompletno ne zanima,
Zašto gube glavu brinući se o meni?
 
Znam ih mnogo, prezirem laži,
uzdišu i prave se da umiru kad misle na moju ljubav,
tope se još više kad uzdahnem,
ukoče se, ako ih pogledam, stenju od straha.
 
Ako sam ružna, kažite to,
još uvek nisam to saznala .
za ružnoćom koju mi je Bog dao.
mnoge žene su mi zavidele,
da ne kažem da bi me progutale
jer sam uvek bila skromna,
Takva sam ja !
 
I kriju se od mene...
kriju da imam oči neke sanjalice,
osim toga i ostale moje draži im pobuđuju osećanja,
iako sam žestoka, znam da se udesim imam ten kao da sam lutka,
oni koji kažu da sam grbava nisu me videli u spavaćici.
muškarci moji kritikuju moj glas,
način kako hodam...izgled...,kako kišem i kašaljem,
evo već kritikuju da sam izgubila liniju,
zalepe mi se kad idem kad dođem ili kad odlazim
 
Govore mnoge stvari,
ta gomila me više ne interesuje,
Zašto gube glavu brimući se o meni?
 
Znam ih mnogo, prezirem laži,
uzdišu i prave se da umiru kad pomisle na moju ljubav,
tope se još više kad uzdahnem,
ukoče se, ako ih pogledam, stenju od straha.
 
Ako sam ružna, kažite to,
još uvek nisam to saznala .
za ružnoćom koju mi je Bog dao,
mnoge žene su mi zavidele,
da ne kažem da bi me progutale,
jer sam uvek bila skromna,
Takva sam ja !