Alma de loca

Milonga party girl, pretending to have a crazy soul,
The one whose cheerful laughter makes the cabaret vibrate.
The one who carries joy in her eyes and on her lips,
The one who has always been the queen of revelry and pleasure.

Everyone knows you as wild and festive.
Everyone would doubt what I can swear,
That I saw you the other night, standing in a shop window,
Gazing at a doll with desires to cry.

I asked you what was wrong, and you answered: nothing.
Guessing, upon seeing you so troubled,
That your intention was to hide the truth.
The smile your lips drew froze
And an unexpected traitorous tear
Like a pearl from your eyes rolled down.

Who would say, party girl, you who always laughed,
You who always mocked sorrows and love,
Would show your true colors, becoming serious and sad
In front of a humble doll, modest and worthless.

Don't worry, little party girl, I'll keep your secret.
No one will ever know from me that you stopped laughing,
But don't look at the poor little doll again
That reminds you of the days you can no longer live.

Always laugh, lively party girl,
Why do you want to embitter your life
Thinking about things that cannot be?
Draw a veil over your past, be a milonga, be worldly,
So that men do not discover your bitterness,
Your womanly tenderness.