No hay tierra como la mía

There is no land like mine
and this milonga I sing to you,
and this milonga I sing to you,
and if someone challenges me,
I play him by giving him so many.

I'm a criollo of breakdown
that I have traveled the world,
that I've traveled the world,
and in the end I came saying
there is no land like mine!

I have zapateao by the map
and this milonga I sing to you,
and this milonga I sing to you,
but, boys, the potato
is here: I pass the saint to you.

I've seen blondes
and tempting brunettes,
and tempting brunettes,
but I haven't seen
I have not seen so seductive.

I have always walked smiling
among the bad and among the good,
among the bad and among the good;
He must be meek and prudent
who walks in other people's fields.

And in closing I tell you
that this milonga is coming to an end;
it's over, I said.
Boys, shout with me
there is no land like mine!