Galleguita

Little Galician girl so divine
The one who to the Argentine beach
Arrived one April afternoon
With no more belongings or treasures
Than your dark Moorish eyes
And your gentle little body

Being good, you were honorable
But it didn't do you any good; others fell the same
You were a pretty little Galician girl and after the first date
You ended up at the Pigalle

Alone and in foreign lands; your fall was so brief
That like a snowball your virtue dissipated
Your obsession was the idea of making a lot of money
For your poor little old mother who stayed back in the village

But a wicked countryman
Mad for not having achieved
Your caresses and your love
Hope lost
The traitor returned to your town

And poisoning the life
Of your beloved old mother, he told her about your downfall
And so it was that last month
You received a black-bordered envelope that darkened your heart

And today I see you, little Galician girl
Sitting sad and alone
In a corner of the Pigalle
And the sorrow that kills you
Clearly reflects
In your deadly paleness

Your sadness is infinite
You are no longer the little Galician girl
Who arrived one day in April
With no more belongings or treasures
Than your dark Moorish eyes
And your gentle little body