Mano Cruel

You were the spoiled girl from Pepiri Street
The street never forgotten
Where I met you
And because you are pretty and kind
A somewhat crazy boy
Made you the queen of compliments
In a very fancy verse

Your grace knew how to captivate in the milongas
For your affection, more than one man sighs
And yet you couldn't find the ideal
Capable of making your heart tremble
But in the shadows lurked the vile thief
Who with cruel hand stole your youthful charm
You yielded your ear to his words of passion
And you forever left that neighborhood

Today I saw you leaving
A luxurious cabaret
And in your distressed face
I sensed deep sorrow
I know you would give your soul
To go back to what you were
You can't: The springtime of your life has passed

Today you are no longer the pretty girl who was pampered
By the young people of Pepiri Street
That street where I met you
And where a dreamy young man loved you so much
That man lied, offering you riches
With a cruel hand, he stole your grace and virtue
You were the fragrant rose of youth
That the gentleman who passed by stole from the rosebush