Arrabalero
Es la pebeta mas rechiflada
que en el suburbio pasó la vida;
Es la percanta que fue querida
de aquel malevo que la amuró.
Es el orgullo del barrio entero,
tengo una fe que es su ilusión,
pues es criolla, es milonguera,
quiero a su hombre en el corazón.
En un bulín mistongo
del arrabal porteño,
lo conocio en un sueño,
le dio su corazón.
Supo que era malevo,
lo quiso con locura,
sufrio por su ventura
con santa devoción.
Ahora, aunque la faje,
purrete arrabalero,
ya sabe que lo quiero
con toda su ilusión,
y que ella es toda suya,
que suyo es su cariño,
que de ellos era el niño
obra del metejón.
Por ser derecho es su hombresito
arrabalero de Puente Alsina;
se juega entero por esa mina
porque la sabe de corazón.
Pero si un día llega a engañarla
como hacen otros con sus mujeres,
esta minucha que ríe y canta
llorara siempre por su traición.
Arrabalero
She's the most charming girl
who spent her life in the suburb;
She's the woman who was loved
by that tough guy who embraced her.
She's the pride of the whole neighborhood,
I have a faith that is her illusion,
because she's a country girl, she's a tango dancer,
I want her man in her heart.
In a shady room
of the Buenos Aires suburb,
she met him in a dream,
she gave him her heart.
She knew he was a tough guy,
she loved him madly,
she suffered for his fortune
with holy devotion.
Now, even if he beats her,
streetwise kid,
she already knows that I love him
with all her illusion,
and that she is all his,
that his affection is hers,
that the child was theirs
from the affair.
Because he's a straight shooter, her little man
from the Puente Alsina suburb;
he risks everything for that girl
because he knows her by heart.
But if one day he deceives her
like others do with their women,
this little woman who laughs and sings
will always cry for his betrayal.
Escrita por: O. Fresedo, E. Calvo