Текст и перевод песни Los Traileros del Norte - Cuando Arrastre mi Orgullo (En Vivo)

Cuando Arrastre mi Orgullo (En Vivo)

TRaiigo tantoo oDiio en mii peCho
Qee asta iio me desCoonosCo
Ii es Qee jamas en La Viida
Iio aBiia Siidoo RenCooRoso
PeRoo es tantoo tU Ciiniismoo
AL pediiR Qee tee peeRdoonee
Qee asta Siientoo Qee tee buRLas
Cada Qee mee Loo pRoopoonees

Sii mee diijiistee een mii CaRa
Een diistiintas ooCaSiioonees
Qee iio a eeL no Lee LLeegaBa
Nii SiiQiieeRa a Loos taLoonees
Sii saVeez Qee piisooteeastee ii
Qee eenLoodastee mii noombRee
PooR Qee tU supiistee daRmee
Doondee mas Lee dueeLee a un hoombRee

Sii Cuandoo aRastRee mii ooRguLLoo
Tee Roogee Qee tee QeedaRas
Mee diijiistee poobRee iiLusoo
Ii tee Reeiistee een mee caRa
Hooii Qee mee iimpooRta Sii sufRees
Sii mee eextRañas. Siimee QiieeRees
Esta veez mee vaLee madRee
Sii estas viiva o Sii tee mueeRees

Sii mee diijiistee een mii CaRa een
Diistiintas ooCaSiioonees
Qee iio a eeL noo Le LLeegaba
Nii Sii QiieeRa a Loos taLoonees
Sii Saveez Qee piisooteeastee
Ii Qee eenLoodastee mii nombRee
PooR Qee tU Supiistee daRmee
Doonde mas Lee dueeLee a un hoombRee

Sii Cuandoo aRastRee mii ooRguLLoo
Tee Roogee Qee tee QeedaRas
Mee diijiistee poobRee iiLuusoo
Ii tee Reeisstee een mii CaRa
Hooi Qee mee iimpooRta Sii sufRees
Sii mee eextRañas. Sii mee QiieeRees
Eesta veez mee vaLee madRee
Sii eestas viiva o Sii tee mueeRees

When I Drag My Pride (Live)

I carry so much hatred in my chest,
That even I don't recognize myself.
Because never in my life
Have I ever been resentful.
But such is your cynicism
When you ask me to forgive you,
That I feel like you're making fun of me
Every time you propose it to me.

If you had told me to my face,
On different occasions,
That I would never reach him,
Not even to his ankles,
If you know that you stepped on me,
That you sullied my name,
Why did you insist on hurting me
Where it hurts a man the most?

If when I drag my pride,
I ask you to stay,
You tell me, "Poor fool."
And you laugh in my face.
Now I don't care if you suffer,
If you miss me, if you love me.
This time, my mother is worth more to me,
Whether you live or die.

If you had told me to my face
On different occasions
That I would never reach him,
Not even to his ankles,
If you know that you stepped on me,
And that you sullied my name,
Why did you insist on hurting me
Where it hurts a man the most?

If when I drag my pride,
I ask you to stay,
You tell me, "Poor fool."
And you laugh in my face.
Now I don't care if you suffer,
If you miss me, if you love me.
This time, my mother is worth more to me,
Whether you live or die.