La Milonga Y Yo

With the milonga I go
On equal terms
Because I am also milonga
I come from a simple and loving neighborhood
And I got into fights to the sound of the bandoneón
When there was trouble among tough guys
Not always the toughest
Remained as the boss
They walked with a haughty air
They chatted backwards for fun
And compliments were a national industry
Florid and sentimental

Let's climb the hill
Because up there at night
It dresses up for the party
Come on, the bandoneons lull us
And to the rhythm of a tango
Memories rain down on us
I see Don Juan and El Cachafáz pass by
And El Entrerriano riding the pangaré
With The Argentine Morocha
And The Mischievous Ivette
With the milonga I go
On equal terms
We are from the same suburb

In a San Telmo convoy I flourished
Among scents of roses and jasmine
And there was no silver night
That didn't catch me
With a serenade
I couldn't complain about suitors
- From the toughest to the most stylish shusheta -
And for dancing, it was the same in the ballroom
As in the courtyard of the corralón

Let's climb the hill
Because up there at night
It dresses up for the party
Come on, the bandoneons lull us
And to the rhythm of a tango
Memories rain down on us
I see Don Juan and El Cachafáz pass by
And El Entrerriano riding the pangaré
With The Argentine Morocha
And The Mischievous Ivette
With the milonga I go
On equal terms
We are from the same suburb