A Málaga Cantaora
Rocío Jurado
A Singing Malaga
Through the curtains of the dock
I advertise my fabrics when
I see the little boats
from Melilla disembarking.
Long live, long live the park promenade
the Trinia neighborhood, gardens of
Puerta Oscura and Lario street
and lemon grove.
In Malaga, a singer (x2)
I come to sing a tango
I come to sing a tango
and to the flirt and the hottie
I want to dedicate it.
Oh, oh, oh, oh so what?
