Текст и перевод песни Rocio Jurado - Castañas

Castañas

Con este traje expresísimo,
Que es la mar de modernísimo,
Sigo siendo lo que era,
La castiza, castañera.
Y en la esquina de esta calle
Me pueden ver sin faltar,
Que me estoy quedando afónica —afónica, afónica—
De pregonar:
Castañas, calentitas,
Quien las quiere, recién tostás,
Pruébelas usted que le gustará.
Castañas, calentitas,
Llévelas, que las probará
Y repetirá con seguridad.
No hay nadie que no disponga
De un puerto para castañas,
Y al que le salen pilonga
No quiere más.
Yo tengo un novio guapísimo,
Que es la mar de celosísimo,
Y que no sabe, el muy pillo,
Separarse de mi hornillo.
Y si acaso un parroquiano
Me hecha un piropo al comprar,
Pa que no me arme un escándalo —escándalo, escándalo—
Vuelvo a cantar:

Roasted Chestnuts

With this very modern outfit,
Which is the most modern,
I'm still what I was,
The traditional, chestnut seller.
And on the corner of this street
You can see me without fail,
That I'm becoming hoarse —hoarse, hoarse—
From shouting:
Roasted chestnuts, warm,
Who wants them, freshly roasted,
Try them, you'll like them.
Roasted chestnuts, warm,
Take them, you'll try them
And you'll definitely come back for more.
There's no one who doesn't have
A place for chestnuts,
And the one who gets a bad one
Doesn't want any more.
I have a very handsome boyfriend,
Who is incredibly jealous,
And who doesn't know, the rascal,
To stay away from my stove.
And if by chance a customer
Throws me a compliment when buying,
So that he doesn't start a scandal —scandal, scandal—
I sing again: