La Canción de Amalia

The blood of '40 soaked
Your divine face the color of jasmine
Sorrowful lily in the tyranny
Never does Buenos Aires forget you
Dreaming, you lived in the lonely estate
And the river gave you its deadly song
The willows on the long street sighed
A love song was heard in the distance

Belgrano loved you, Tucuman jasmine
The dagger of roses sought his chest
Your beautiful eyes cried in anguish
In the red nights of the restorer

With sky blue ribbons in your black braids
He opened the doors of the old garden for you
Porteño guitars spoke of the glories
That those loves sang for you

Daggers roamed; the empty estate
The sweet guitar stopped singing
Eduardo Belgrano was dying
And there in the rose bushes, a dagger dripped

He dreamed of being free; he dreamed you were his
And in your black eyes, he saw freedom
He looked at the sky blue ribbon in your braids
He kissed your eyes and spoke no more

The weeping willows trembling by the river
And the wind on the bars of the southern neighborhood
Sang your idyll of love and death
On the long street under the blue sky

A sorrowful sigh of love without fortunes
Amalia, you heard the burning song
That Eduardo Belgrano, with a dying voice
Sang in your ear bidding you farewell