Milonga de Mi Flor (part. Juan Carlos Casas)

With swirling skirts
The girls danced it
In the blooming afternoons
Of old Montserrat

Come see this cut
Some cowboy was calling
As he dropped a beat
On the wooden floor

Setting the mood
Like a flower
His crew
Challenging in intent
To dazzle with their feats

Those were lovely times
Of the street fandango
To the rhythm of a milonga
What a moment
It was for my flower