Chiqué

I'm already getting sick
to see you like this
with the pilchas so bute
and that little berretín
that a very vento guy bought for you
to have you by his side.
If I knew that tomorrow you'd run away
for the old querencia,
that bulín where the old memories
and joys that you lived
made you so happy.

I remember you were prettier
than a cherry
and a hundred times more beautiful than a cherry,
and you came strolling around evening after evening
with a fox fur
and a charming sway...
And the bar of little boys
stalked you everywhere...
They beat you with many things
that I told you too.

And today that time has already gone away
and without a group I will love you
because manyo as you have behaved
and with me you have never used a child.
That is why I have answered you
in all the spells of life...
My darling, my dearest girl,
I'm a line, I'm a line too.