Milonga de Pelo Largo

Long-haired milonga, with dark eyes
Like the night, like the night
Story of great sorrows, of young people
Of old sorrows, of twenty years

Consolation for those who are always dragged
By routine, how serious
Memory of those who flee from our land
From violence, from misery

I offer you my daisies that are empty
That are withered, that are already dry
I give you all the renunciations of simple things
That I have made, that I have made

Milonga, my companion who understands me
Who protects me, who shelters me
Blanket of the poor man who feels cold
And does not complain, no longer complains