Mano Blanca (part. Angel Vargas)

Where are you going, little cart from the East
Punishing your team of chestnut horses
And showing on the blue cart
The two initials painted by hand

Shining your bronze star
Nailed on the leather sole
Where are you going, little cart from the Eleventh
Crossing swiftly the streets of the south

Porteñito White Hand
Let's go, strength is coming from Barrancas
White Hand porteñito
Strength, let's go, just a little more

Alright, alright, we're off
Now keep going evenly again
Tonight I'm awaited by your eyes
On Centenera and Tabaré Avenue

Where are you going, porteño little cart
With your flamboyant and coquettish cart
With closed eyes from sleep
And a sprig of rue behind your ear

The pride of being well loved
Is guessed in your bronze star
Little cart from the Eleventh neighborhood
Returning trotting to the corral

Alright, alright, we're off
Now keep going evenly again
While I dream of those eyes
From Centenera and Tabaré Avenue