Milonga en do

(Milonga)

Milonga in C,
lesser song,
how many songs were born
with your emotion;
sweet milonga
in love with everyone,
like a plant
grows in the throat;
your colorless flower is born
in any heart
-scent of another song-.

Touch my love
your soft flower
grown on the fifth string
milonga in C,
hoarse silence
in the bass string that doesn't cry;
which of us
doesn't know about the other?;
milonga to sing
and know how to wait,
born anywhere.

Song from yesterday,
women's voice,
today, like back then,
mermaid calling me,
open road forever
and never ends,
full of voices
like a guitar:
my town is a song
filled with pain
tempering a higher tone.

My town is a song
filled with pain
tempering a higher tone.

(Punctuation and versification by Alfredo Zitarrosa)