Milonguita

Do you remember, Milonguita? You were
The most beautiful girl from Chiclana
With the short skirt and the braids
And in the braids, a kiss from the Sun
And in those summer nights
Your soul dreamed, woman
When hearing a tango on the corner
Whispering sweet nothings of love?

Estercita, today they call you Milonguita
Flower of the night and pleasure
Flower of luxury and cabaret
Milonguita
Men have done you wrong
And today you would give your whole soul
To dress in calico

When you leave in the early morning
Milonguita, from that cabaret
Your whole soul trembling with cold
You say: Oh, if only I could love!
And between the wine and the last tango
A pimp takes you to the brothel
Oh, how lonely, Estercita, you feel!
If you cry... They say it's the champagne!