Canto de Nadie

Milonga, you were trembling
In my heart
Snuggled up like a child
Accustomed to pain

Flesh from other milongas, you are
Song of nobody
And in the same air
Two wings of consolation grow on you
Full of deep silences
Cruel memory of love
You are my cardboard flower
Rose given with each song

Milonga, here on the guitar
Squeezing it
There is a white hand
That violates and takes your rose and leaves

It was so easy to steal that flower from you
That it doesn't even look at it
It smells it and throws it away
Its desires sigh for another better one

Wire doll
Your excited song
Is nothing but an illusion
Blood without hunger, pain without pain

Little branch of vine
Faithful milonga
There is no one who loves you anymore
Your paper flower is not from spring