Y La Milonga Lo Sabe

Sometimes I sing in milongas
And the milonga knows it
Oceans rise up inside me
Mixing with my blood
And the South like a feeling
That the milonga knows well

When I sing with my soul
If there's another way, who knows?
The wind grows on the strings
And the guitar fills the air
Drawing its new wings
And the milonga knows it

When a sorrow hides away
May the milonga never fail
Like a sweet companion
In D minor in the afternoons
Hugging tight, wrapping me
So that forgetfulness gets scared

What Zitarrosa the pain
That never warns and just comes
It tends to be sung better
And to tie down the memory
The milonga does its thing
And death gets distracted

My homeland was traveling
In distant lands far away
With no north as a banner
Nor heart as a standard
It arrived here through milongas
Saying it wants to stay

Sometimes I sing in milongas
In case life doesn't last.