Corrientes Poty
Los Cantores de Quilla Huasi
Poty Currents
Little dark-skinned girl; rocking my dreams with your rattle
Corrientes girl; your mouth ablaze with pink lipstick
My dear love wounded me fiercely
When I heard you sing trembling with emotion
Those who have nothing else
Beautiful the virgin in Itatí
To kiss her I would gladly give my life, my sweet Corrientes girl
Since I heard your voice, I felt a longing
That will eventually water the end of my prayers with tears
Not even the Iberá lagoon; will have a greater mystery
Than deep in my prayers; nor is sweeter than the yataí
The little flame of love always burning in your gaze
