No Hay Tierra Como La Mía

There is no land like mine
And this milonga I sing to them,
And this milonga I sing to them,
And if someone challenges me,
I play by giving them so many.

I am a criollo of breakdown
That I traveled the world,
That I traveled the world,
And in the end I came saying
There is no land like mine!

I have danced across the map
And this milonga I sing to them,
And this milonga I sing to them,
But, boys, the trick
Is here: I pass you the saint.

I have seen blondes with a thirst
And tempting brunettes,
And tempting brunettes,
But like the women from Buenos Aires
I have not seen so seductive.

I have always walked smiling
Among the bad and the good,
Among the bad and the good;
One must be gentle and prudent
Who walks in foreign lands.

And to finish I tell you
That this milonga is ending;
It's ending, I was saying.
Boys, shout with me
There is no land like mine!