Esclavas Blancas

Tortured souls
poor white slaves
of tango and milonga
infertile women
vice automatons
without soul and without love

I don't know why tonight
reflects in your pupils
the sorrow that kills you
and in every laugh
I know poor milongas
the heart sobs

Maybe your own fault
maybe the disappointment
of the man you loved
and today to forget him
you intoxicate your soul
with tango and champagne

But think milonga
that there is a little creature
with white little hands
that at this very moment
that at this very moment
maybe to strangers
will call them dad

You don't understand milonga
that your life will pass
in a cheerful farce
where eternal youth is needed
to conquer men

But the years go by
leaving their memories
very ungrateful memories
and when old and ugly
your friends look at you
oh you will see what ingratitude!

I know you are good
that you will listen to the plea
of this sincere friend:
oh do not continue on the path
of easy pleasures
of tango and champagne

Think for five minutes
about that little creature
with white little hands
that at this very moment
that at this very moment
maybe to strangers
will call them mom