Текст и перевод песни Edith Márquez - Ódiame

Ódiame

Ódiame por piedad, yo te lo pido
Ódiame sin medida ni clemencia
Odio quiero más que indiferencia
Porque el rencor, hiere menos que el olvido

Ódiame por piedad, yo te lo pido
Ódiame sin medida ni clemencia
Odio quiero más que indiferencia
Porque el rencor, hiere menos que el olvido

Si tú me odias, quedare yo convencida
Que me amaste mi bien con insistencia

Pero ten presente
De acuerdo a la experiencia
Que tan solo se odia
Lo querido

Pero ten presente
De acuerdo a la experiencia
Que tan solo se odia
Lo querido

Qué vale más, tú humilde y yo orgullosa
O vale más, tu débil hermosura
Piensa que en fondo de la fosa
Llevaremos, la misma vestidura

O vale más, tú humilde y yo orgullosa
O vale más, tu débil hermosura
Piensa que en fondo de la fosa
Llevaremos, la misma vestidura

Si tú me odias, quedare yo convencida
Que me amaste mi bien con insistencia

Pero ten presente
De acuerdo a la experiencia
Que tan solo se odia
Lo querido

Pero ten presente
De acuerdo a la experiencia
Que tan solo se odia
Lo querido

Hate Me

Hate me with pity, I ask you
Hate me without measure or mercy
Hate I want more than indifference
Because resentment hurts less than oblivion

Hate me with pity, I ask you
Hate me without measure or mercy
Hate I want more than indifference
Because resentment hurts less than oblivion

If you hate me, I will be convinced
That you loved me, my good, with insistence

But keep in mind
According to experience
That only hate is
What is loved

But keep in mind
According to experience
That only hate is
What is loved

What is worth more, you humble and I proud
Or is your weak beauty worth more
Think that at the back of the pit
We will wear the same robe

What is worth more, you humble and I proud
Or is your weak beauty worth more
Think that at the back of the pit
We will wear the same robe

If you hate me, I will be convinced
That you loved me, my good, with insistence

But keep in mind
According to experience
That only hate is
What is loved

But keep in mind
According to experience
That only hate is
What is loved