Mi Morena Correntina
Coco Díaz
My Dark-Haired Woman from Corrientes
I miss my homeland, and in Buenos Aires I can't find myself
I dream of seeing you again, my dear cousin
I want to go back to Corrientes, sleep among the orange groves
Feel the scents of chances, burn in your blazing sun!
Virgin of Itatí, accompany this singer
Who carries love letters for his cousin
I will see my ranch again and that old lemon tree
With a wounded heart that I drew myself
I want to see your dark eyes, kiss your divine mouth
My dark-haired woman from Corrientes, wait for me, I beg you!
Virgin of Itatí, accompany this singer
Who carries love letters for his cousin
