La Milonga de Buenos Aires

To the beat of your majesty
Today I saw you pass by
Through my great city
And in you I discovered
That you are a copy
Of one I forgot
And that, like you
She was a woman from Buenos Aires

You are the flower of Buenos Aires
Lovely little woman from Buenos Aires
Worthy granddaughter of the beauty
Who strolled majestically
In that great village
With colonial windows
And federal patrols
You are the flower of Buenos Aires
Adored little woman from Buenos Aires
Faithful copy of that image
That left long ago

You are the flower of the city
Your face inherited
The serenity
Of the one who passed by
You make me go back
To that past
Of my love from yesterday
You are a faithful copy