Nobleza de arrabal

In a little ranch in Alsina
I have the home of my life,
with a fence of cina-cina
and a corridor of wisteria.
There is a painted cistern
under a vine of pink grapes,
and a mimosa camellia
trembling over the curbstone.

And there you are also Frisian
and you are my luxury of quartador.
Happy Rocin, with a blue mane,
famous throughout the south.
When Sunday is sunny
for not being lazy
I bring the bucket from the well
and refresh the corridor.
And taking advantage of the coolness
I sit under the vine
and to the rhythm of my guitar
I sing tenths of love.

In my little ranch in Alsina
I spend the hours quietly,
with the love of the Chinese woman
who respects and adores me.
And, between her love and the things
that adorn all my luck,
I'm just afraid that death
will take me out of that corner.