Flor de Fango

Mina, I've known you for a while
Forgive me if I bother you
I saw you being born
Your cradle was a tenement
Lit by kerosene

Just at fourteen years old
You surrendered to revelry
The delights of tango
You liked jewelry
Fashionable dresses
And champagne parties

You walked around dressed up
Accompanied as a servant
To pass as a well-bred girl
And envied by many
Because you had a good life
And you became a gold digger
Then you became the wife
Of a Jewish merchant
You left him ruined
Without wind, moored
At the door of a café

Later you were the little friend
Of an old pharmacist
And the son of a police chief
All the money you took
And your decline began
You pawned the jewelry
And rented a room
In a boarding house
You became a singer
You had strange times
And through disappointments
You were left heartless

Your life was like a lily
Of sorrows and torments
Only one pain overwhelmed you
You had no comfort in the world
And lacked a mother's love
You were a mud doll
And the delights of a tango
Drove you out of the apartment
Friends deceived you
And they themselves lost you
Night after night at the feast