Bien Criolla y Bien Porteña (part. Raúl Iriarte y Luis Tolosa)

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