A mi Corrientes Porá

To my Corrientes Porá,
where I met you
correntinito ivotí, with ruby-colored lips
my sorrow becomes a song
when I want to dream of you
then my heart and soul want to sing.

I will never know why
or how you came to me
but I won't forget
the afternoon I lost you
the afternoon of our goodbye
I told you in that song
may you always live happily
in my Corrientes Porá.

Under the blue sky
I will remember you, never forget
sweet love of yesterday
and in the loneliness of my cruel night
I only know how to sing, faithful darling.

If you ever have
memories of what I was, remember a carnation
and an April night
remember a jasmine, remember sweet love of a long kiss
and then two tears and a goodbye.

I don't want to tell you more
my correntino ivotí
that I am dying of love
and that you are my love
and if I can't have
the joy of seeing you again
may you always live happily
in my Corrientes Porá.