Translation of the song lyrics Princesa (Tributo a Serrat) - Los Secretos

Princesa (Tributo a Serrat) (original)

Tú no princesa, tú no, tú eres distinta
No eres como las demás chicas del barrio
Así los hombres te miran, cómo te miran
Así murmura envidioso el vecindario
Tú no princesa, tú no, tú eres la rosa
Que fue a nacer entre cardos como revancha
Un … despiadado, un don del día
Se ocupa de echar por tierra toda esperanza
Tú no has de ver consumida como la vida pasó de largo
Maltratada y malquerida, sin ver cumplida ni una promesa
Me dice mientrás cepilla el pelo su princesa
Tú no princesa, tú no, tú no has nacido
Para pasar las fatigas que yo pasé
Sacandole el dobladillo a un miserable
Salario que no alcanza al fin de mes
Tú no princesa, tú no, por Dios lo juro
Tú no andarás de rodillas fregando pisos
No acabarás hecha un zarrio como tu madre
Cansada de quitar mierda y de parir hijos
Tú no saldrás … y muertos de hambre
Ya me imagino la cara de las vecinas cuando aparezcas
En mi … por esta vieja …
Tú no princesa, tú no, vuelve temprano
Y la sigue un paso atrás hasta la calle
Planchándole con la palma en la mano
Una arruga que el vestido le hace en el talle

(translation)

You are not princess, you are not, you are different
You are not like the other girls in the neighborhood
This is how men look at you, how they look at you
This is how the neighborhood murmurs enviously
You are not princess, you are not, you are the rose
Who was born among thistles as revenge
A... ruthless, a gift of the day
It deals with shattering all hope
You must not see consumed as life passed by
Mistreated and ill-loved, without seeing even a promise fulfilled
He tells me while brushing his princess's hair
You are not princess, you are not, you were not born
To pass the fatigues that I passed
Hemming a wretch
Salary that is not enough at the end of the month
Not you princess, not you, to God I swear
You will not be on your knees scrubbing floors
You will not end up made a zarrio like your mother
Tired of removing shit and giving birth to children
You will not go out … and starving
I can already imagine the face of the neighbors when you appear
In my… for this old…
Not you princess, not you, come back early
And she follows her one step back to the street
Ironing with palm in hand
A wrinkle that her dress makes in her waist