Bien criolla y bien porteña

To sing to love
no experience is needed:
a nest is formed between two
and the rest... goes without lyrics.
That's how I started this milonga
very Creole and very Porteño,
to sing to the love
that I only feel for her.

She is sad like a tango,
she tastes like mint
and is simple like the bow
that ties me to her sadness.
She is like bitter mate,
very Creole and very Porteño,
and is in tune with the guitar.
What a milonga milonguera
the song of hope
that love turns into a song!

To sing to love
you don't have to look at the stars,
you have to be a man of honor
and the rest... doesn't matter,
that at the end of the milonga
very Creole and very Porteño,
to sing to love
I sing in this way.