Arrabalera

My house was a big yard
in a working-class neighborhood,
newspaper for a diaper,
from the drawer where I grew up...
To show off my coat of arms,
a modest and healthy pedigree.
Hey there, buddy!... Introduce me...
I'm Felisa Roverano,
nice to meet you, no worries!...

Street girl,
like a vine flower
that grew up in the alley!
Street girl,
I'm a full sister
of Chiclana and the big shot!...
If I earn my daily bread,
who cares about the dictionary
or speaking with distinction.
I carry a mark of nobility,
I'm a true porteña,
I've got a voice like a bandoneón.

If you get the chance,
to dance a respectful tango,
let your heart race,
of a sentimental man.
And as I twirl my fabric,
show me your fancy moves,
because in the musical scene
it’s known, the big seven,
my roots from the streets.