El porteñito

I am a son of Buenos Aires,
by nickname 'El porteñito',
the most compadrito criollo
who was born in this land.
When a tango in the reed
strummed by some fellow
there is no one in the whole world
who dances better than me.

There's no one who can match me
for making women fall in love,
pure talk of opinions,
pure edge and nothing more.
And when I face her
I fillet her full body
assuring the pot
with the wind that it will give.

I'm the terror of the wicked
when I get into a dance,
because I respect no one
of those in the gathering.
And if any of them frolic
and comes in pretending to be handsome
I send him off with a chestnut
to look for the one who has made him a fool.

When the wind is scarce
I make up a story for my china
who is the most ladina paica
who ever set foot in the southern neighborhood.
And as if it fell from the sky
the nickel enters my pocket
and to the beat of a barrel organ
I dance the tango to her 'salú'.