A mí me llaman “la Bohemiana”, so endivina y comediana. Los cabellos de mi facha bruna son reluzientes color de pruna. Labios color de panĵá, dos codikas a la spalda, me llaman la falaĵá, me ven en cual un que vanda. Este mancebo que viste grizo, mucha moneda por mi desfizo, Non me mires fukará, ni te hagas de el muevo, ni creas ke la pará te puedrá facer mancebo.
They call me “la Bohemiana”— a fortune-teller and a comedian. The hair round my dark-skinned face shines with the color of a plum. Lips the color of fire, two braids down my back, they call me the fortune teller, I am seen as a wanderer This young man dressed in gray spent a lot of money for my undoing - Don’t look at me poor man don’t pretend you’re something new, don’t believe that this stop can make you young again.
From Arboleras vol. 3, Sephardic songs from the 20th century, 2000
This song in the rhythm of a habanera, presents a coquetish and flirtatious woman who comments on her suitors young and old. This version was partially printed by Sadik and Gazoz in a 1924 booklet.
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