Te vas milonga

Milonga porteña that hides while singing
The sorrows that nest in her heart,
That in all the neighborhoods pours harmonies
And puts in the souls a piece of sunshine.
You are a humble complaint in a blind man's mouth
Or bitter sob in a prison,
And your songs paint churrinches of fire
In all the mouths that offer love.
 
You are leaving, because you are tired
Of feeling like a stranger,
You're... with the ladachada
Of yesterday... and you are their flag,
Corrales, San Telmo, Palermo and Avellaneda
Palermo and Avellaneda.
 
Milonga porteña that passes in the night
Carrying in its notes a ray of light,
To light up the dream of some little girl
Who found in a worker her Prince Charming.
Milonga canyengue, that you made a wide leg
Copando a coraje, dulzura o dolor,
With your taura rhythm you lowered a star
To make it in the corner of handsome, lantern.