La Milonga Perdida

The milonga has been lost
They can't find it
Some say they saw it
Near San Nicolás

The cowboy Gorosito
From the south of Puán
Claims he saw it
By the seashore

And there's talk around
Of what Don Gabino, the overseer, says
That he heard it very mournful
Back in the paternal neighborhood

The milonga has been lost
They can't find it

There's no lack of those who claim
They heard it in a doorway
On the lips of a brunette
Adorned with loneliness

The essence of the milonga
Doesn't just disappear
As long as there's a guitar
Argentinian or oriental

Maybe it has changed a bit
But it's still the same
Dusk in the pampas
Night owl in the city

The milonga has been lost
They can't find it