Y La Milonga Lo Sabe
Mercedes Sosa
And the Milonga Knows
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.
