Santa Milonguita

Holy milonguita...
she had eyes,
so big and clear,
that made you sigh...
Her lips were sinful,
of short and red,
and her eyes were,
sea-green.
She who was always,
feast and joy,
who in a game of glasses,
she had her fill of champagne...
She had a beautiful outburst
of sentimentality,
and wanted to be good,
good as bread...

Redeemed...
by the passion of a new owner,
looking at the sky of her life,
she found more lit,
the little star of dreams...
But one day...
when love bound them the most,
knocked at their doors rudely,
misery and... rudely,
from love separated her.

Holy Milonguita,
bandeada of sorrow,
by the law of the stream,
returned to the cabaret...
She had no luck,
of the Magdalena,
who with four cries
she became a woman again.
All her friends
listened to the story
of that girl,
who wanted to dream...
And at the end of the story
they saw that they were crying,
her eyes those,
sea-green eyes.