Milonga Paraguaya
Jorge Drexler
Paraguayan Milonga
Paraguayan milonga,
far-off cousin of Mangoré.
What is the night trying to say to me,
that I just don’t know?
What is the night trying to say to me,
that I just don’t know?
I look at my guitar,
searching in the cracks of my heart.
How lonely must I be
that I’m talking to a song.
How lonely must I be
that I’m talking to a song.
A second passes,
like a blank page turning
that I never used.
I spend my life
searching for a verse
that I’ll never find.
I spend my life
searching for a verse
that I’ll never find.
When I’m left alone,
stranded and far from the sea, I know,
that even if I have nothing,
I’ll have this song waiting for me.
That even if I have nothing,
I’ll have this song waiting for me.
Open your arms
and let your hair down
because I’ve been looking for you,
Paraguayan milonga,
far-off cousin of Mangoré.
