Milonga del sentimiento

Milonga of feeling,
glorious milonga of mine,
all my melancholy
you kill it with your accent.
You are a wonder
of suburban beauty
because you evoke wherever
faithful, the glories of my yesterday.

You are a heap of emotions
that scatters tenderness,
memories of the follies
of my youth.
With you I live life,
milonga of the heart,
because you are the blessed one
of my first illusion.

For you the mozada sang
from Palermo to Puente Alsina,
on their genuine guitars
the coplas of my neighborhood.
Milonga that you were queen
in the colonial patios,
in the light of the daggers
of the handsome locals.