Milonga Del Pelo Largo

Milonga of long hair, dark eyes
like the night
like the night.
Stories of great sorrows from young folks
of old pains
from twenty years
Comfort for those who are always dragged down
by the routine
what a serious thing
Memories of those who flee from our land
from the violence
from the misery
I offer you my daisies that are empty
that are wilted
that are already dry
I give you all the sacrifices of simple things
that I've made
that I've made
Milonga my companion who understands me
who protects me
who keeps me warm
Blanket of the poor man who feels cold
and doesn’t complain
no longer complains
Hey, hey, hey