El motivo (Pobre paica)

Back in the day, she was the coolest milonga dancer
And in those tango nights, she was the queen of the feast
Now she has nothing to wear
No shoes or dresses to put on
She's sick and her friend
Didn't contribute to the party

Her eyes no longer have
That strong sparkle
And the colors on her face
Are fading away
She's sick, suffering, and crying
And with deep feeling
She knows that, sick and broke
No one will love her anymore

Poor paica who once had
People going crazy for her
And knew how to conquer a passion
With just a look
Now there's no one to come close
Out of affection for her
Poor paica from the slums
Who was left heartbroken

And when the bandoneons play
The notes of a tango
Poor little flower from the mud
Feels her soul vibrating
With the nostalgia of other times
Of pleasures and loves
Today they're just bitter memories
That invite her to cry