Alma de loca

Milonguera, bullanguera, que la va de alma de loca,
la que con su risa alegre, vibrar hace el cabaret,
la que lleva la alegría en los ojos y en la boca,
la que siempre fue la reina de la farra y del placer.
Todo el mundo te conoce de alocada y jaranera,
todo el mundo dudaría lo que yo puedo jurar:
que te he visto la otra noche parada ante una vidriera
contemplando a una muñeca con deseos de llorar.

Te pregunté qué tenías y me respondiste: nada...
pero advertí al verte tan turbada
que era tu intento ocultarme la verdad.
La sonrisa que tus labios dibujaban quedó helada
y una imprevista lágrima traidora
como una perla de tus ojos fue a rodar.

Quién creyera, milonguera, vos que siempre te reíste,
y que siempre te burlaste de la pena y del dolor,
ibas a mostrar la hilacha poniéndote seria y triste
ante una pobre muñeca modestita, y sin valor.
Yo te guardaré el secreto, no te aflijas, milonguita,
por mí nunca sabrá nadie que has dejado de reír,
y no vuelvas a mirar a la pobre muñequita
que te recuerda una vida que ya no puedes vivir.

Ríe siempre, milonguera, bullanguera, casquivana
para qué quieres amargar tu vida
pensando en esas cosas que no pueden ser.
Corre un velo a tu pasado, sé milonga, sé mundana,
para que así los hombres no descubran
tus amarguras, tus tristezas de mujer.

English translation

Milonguera, bullanguera, who goes with the soul of a madwoman,
who with her joyful laughter, makes the cabaret vibrate,
she who carries joy in her eyes and in her mouth,
the one who has always been the queen of partying and pleasure.
Everyone knows you as a crazy and jaranera,
everyone would doubt what I can swear:
that I saw you the other night standing in front of a shop window
contemplating a doll with the desire to cry.

I asked you what was wrong with you and you answered me: nothing?
but I noticed when I saw you so troubled
that it was your attempt to hide the truth from me.
The smile that your lips were drawing remained frozen
and an unforeseen traitorous tear
like a pearl from your eyes rolled down.

Who would believe, milonguera, you who always laughed,
and who always made fun of sorrow and pain,
you were going to show your true colors by being serious and sad
before a poor modest and worthless doll.
I will keep your secret, don't worry, milonguita,
because of me no one will ever know that you've stopped laughing,
and don't ever look at the poor little doll again.
that reminds you of a life you can no longer live.

Laugh always, milonguera, bullanguera, casquivana
why do you want to embitter your life
thinking about those things that cannot be.
Draw a veil over your past, be milonga, be mundane,
so that men do not discover
your bitterness, your sadness as a woman.