Flor de Fango
Charlo
Mud Flower
Girl, I've known you for a while,
Forgive me if I hit you
Since I saw you born...
Your cradle was a tenement
Lit with kerosene.
Just at fourteen years old
You gave yourself to parties,
The delights of the tango...
You liked jewelry,
Fashionable clothes
And champagne parties.
Then you became the little friend
Of an old pharmacist
And the son of a commissioner
All the wind took you away...
Your decline began,
You pawned the jewelry
And rented a little room
In a boarding house.
You became a singer,
You spent strange times
And with disappointments
You were left heartless.
Your life was like a lily...
Of sorrows and torments
Only one burden overwhelmed you...
You had no comfort in the world...
Your mother's love was missing.
You were a doll of the mud
And the delights of a tango
Dragged you from the room.
Friends deceived you
And they themselves lost you
Night after night at the feast.
Girl, I've known you for a while,
Forgive me if I hit you
Since I saw you born...
Your cradle was a tenement
Lit with kerosene.
Just at fourteen years old
You gave yourself to parties
The delights of a tango...
You liked jewelry,
Fashionable clothes
And champagne parties.
