Prometedora

Who will refuse to dance this milonga?
If with its promising rhythm, it calls and provokes,
If it seems that in its notes
Had a solo that speaks to us,
That whispers in the heart: Come and dance!
 
I want to feel in your arms,
How it stuns, how it intoxicates
How it rises from the feet to the heart,
In each step, the milonga is a dance
That is danced with the soul.
 
And abandon myself to the cadences
Dreamy cadences of its notes,
And vibrate with the burning ardor...
Like a flame of this bewitched music
That has no equal to dance to.