Agua florida

Agua florida, you were Creole.
You were used by the poor violets of the mud
with smooth hairstyles, like lagoon water,
when you danced the tango
with a heel and a half moon.
Perfume of the taura time that passed,
for everything in life has to be like that,
when the percantas lied that no
while the petticoats beat yes.

Chinas
simple and loving,
who to the sound of accordions
danced a milongón.
Chinas
who smelling of flowery water
they got into life
with their hearts.

Agua florida you were Creole.
When a viola played as a prima
and others played the bass strings,
and a bouquet of taitas was every corner
and life was beautiful and pretty.
You were from the time of the gacho ladeao,
of the airy mine anchored to the bulín,
of the ribbon in the hair, of the percal floreao
and of the academy and the peringundin.