Galleguita

Little Galician girl
The divine
The one who to the Argentine beach
Arrived one April afternoon
With no more belongings
Or treasures
Than your beautiful Moorish eyes
And your so gentle body
Being good
You were honorable
But it didn't help you at all
That others fell the same
You were a pretty little Galician girl
And after the first date
You ended up in Pigall

Alone and in foreign lands
Your downfall was so brief
That like a snowball
Your virtue dissipated
Your obsession was the idea
Of making a lot of money
For your poor little mom
Who stayed in the village
But a wicked countryman
Mad for not having achieved
Your caresses and your love
Having lost hope
The traitor returned to your town
And poisoning the life
Of your beloved mom
He told her about your downfall
And so it was that last month
You received a black-bordered envelope
That put your heart in mourning

And now I see you
Little Galician girl
Sitting sad and lonely
In a corner of Pigall
And the pain that kills me
Clearly reflects
In your deadly paleness
Your sadness is infinite
You are no longer the little Galician girl
Who arrived one day in April
With no more belongings
Or treasures
Than your beautiful Moorish eyes
And your gentle little body