Alle Prese Con Una Verde Milonga

Dealing with a green milonga
The musician has fun and gets exhausted
And you'll have me, green milonga that was written for me
For my sensitivity, for my polished shoes
For my time and for my taste

You'll have me, restless green milonga
That snatches a smile of truce from me with every chord
While making my fingers damn
I'm here, I came to play
I came to love, and secretly to dance
And assuming the milonga was a song
Well, I woke it up and led it to a slower rhythm
So the milonga revealed much more about itself than it seemed
Its origin from Africa, its zebra elegance
Its being a frontier, a green frontier
A green frontier between playing and loving
Green show in a race to chase
To always chase, to chase again, until the white lakes of silence
Until Athaualpa or some other god
Doesn't tell you: Rest niño, I'll continue
Ah I'm here, I came to play
I came to dance, and secretly to love