Bien Criolla y Bien Porteña (part. Raúl Iriarte y Luis Tolosa)
Miguel Calo
True to My Roots and My City
To sing about love
You don’t need much experience
A nest forms between two
And the rest flows without words
And that’s how this milonga began
True to my roots and my city
To sing about love
That I only feel for her
She’s as sad as a tango
She has a taste of mint
And she’s simple like a bow
That ties me to her sadness
She’s like bitter mate
True to my roots and my city
And it’s the chord on the guitar
That milonga, true milonga
The song of hope
That turns love into a song
And when the milonga ends
True to my roots and my city
To sing about love
I sing it this way
