Llegó a buena hora
la milonga que faltaba.
Que salgan a la pista
los más tigres que quedaron
y que bailen como antaño
se bailaba,
con cortes y requiebros
bajo el techo de la parra
la milonga tan porteña
que faltaba.
Prendete Catalina,
vos que sos mi peor es nada,
y enseñale a las pitucas
de Florida
a bailar esta milonga
con el ritmo más porteño
sin sacarle ni un detalle
de su vida.
Chinas que amanecieron
bajo los rayos del sol.
Milonga guapa,
la que faltaba
si era una papa
cuando tallaba
viejos conventillos
que temblaron de pavura
por los taitas de taquito
militar.
Lloran las nostalgias
del pasado tan hermoso
cuando escuchan los lamentos
de un cantar.
Llegó a buena hora
la milonga que faltaba.
Las chinas comadronas
que vistieron de percales
y porteños de corbata
voladora.
Hoy lloran la tragedia
del destino milonguero
porque ya no hay más milonga
a toda hora.
Prendete Catalina,
vos que sos mi pero es nada,
y enseñale a las pitucas
de Florida
a bailar esta milonga
con el ritmo más porteño
sin sacarle ni un detalle
de su vida.
Chinas que amanecieron
bajo los rayos del sol.
English translation
It arrived at the right time
the milonga that was missing.
Let the most tigers
the most tigers that were left
and let them dance as they used to dance
they used to dance,
with cortes and requiebros
under the roof of the vine
the milonga so porteña
that was missing.
Turn on Catalina,
you who are my worst is nothing,
and teach the pitucas
of Florida
to dance this milonga
with the most porteño rhythm
without taking away a single detail
of their life.
Chinas that dawned
under the rays of the sun.
Milonga beautiful,
the one that was missing
if it was a potato
when I carved
old tenements
that trembled with dread
by the taitas de taquito
military.
The nostalgia weeps
of the past so beautiful
when they hear the laments
of a song.
The milonga that was missing
the milonga that was missing.
The Chinese midwives
who dressed in percales
and porteños in ties
tie.
Today they mourn the tragedy
of the milonguero destiny
because there is no more milonga
at all hours.
Turn on Catalina,
you who are my but it's nothing,
and teach the pitucas
of Florida
to dance this milonga
with the most porteño rhythm
without taking away a single detail
of their life.
Chinas that dawned
under the rays of the sun.
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