Vals Municipal
María Elena Walsh
Municipal Waltz
(Waltz)
Once and again
we will sing the faithful serenade.
Tell me where it is, what it's like
Buenos Aires, the queen of the Silver River.
It's a man with a woman
kissing on Pampa and the tracks.
It's the echo of a tango from yesterday
that the entrance still hasn't forgotten.
It's a madman on Libertador
who, killing himself, crosses life
and it's the flute of the knife sharpener
that goes through Laprida Street.
Once and again...etc.
It's a sun from Quinquela Martín
and it's dreaming of the sea from the river.
It's the night of Villa Piolín
that fills us with guilt and cold.
It's war and demolition
destroying walls and streets.
It's Paris at the Colón Theater
and in the books of Plaza Lavalle.
Once and again...etc.
It's a boy thinking in English
and an old nostalgia in Galician.
It's time spent in cafes
and memories in Dorrego Square.
It's a bird and a vendor
muttering with provincial faith.
And it's also dying of love
an autumn in Lezama Park.
Once and again...etc.
