Corrientes Poty
Los Cantores de Quilla Huasi
Corrientes Flower
Beautiful dark girl
Who rocks my dreams
With your charm
Corrientes flower
Your lips on fire
Like a pink rose
Lovely lady
You pierced me fiercely with love
When I heard you sing
Shaking with emotion
Your mouth that has no
More beautiful than the Virgin
That’s in Itatí
For a kiss, I’d give
My life with a smile
My sweet flower
Since I heard your voice
I felt a longing
That will blind
In the end, I cry for you
Not even the Iberá lagoon
Will have a greater mystery
Than that deep
Of your prayers
Nor is the yatay sweeter
Than the flame of love
Always burning
With your gaze
Corrientes flower
That shines on your face
Two pink roses
From the freshest mouth
Than the bloody cut
That stains the ceibal
Lovely lady
Dark-skinned, my love
I’ll die of love
If you’re not for me
Corrientes flower
Tied to the strings
Of your charm
Just looking at you kills me
With sweet torment
Your eyes, girl
Since I saw you
Love pierced me
And it will bleed
For you, my poor heart
Not even the Iberá lagoon
Will have a greater mystery
Than that deep
Of your prayers
Nor is the yatay sweeter
Than the flame of love
Always burning
With your gaze
