La Milonga de Buenos Aires - Francisco Canaro

Milonga 1939

Al son de tu majestad

Hoy pasar te vi

Por mi gran ciudad

Y en vos descurbí

Que la copia sos

De una que olvidé

Y que, como vos

Porteña fue…

Sos la flor de Buenos Aires

Porteñita primorosa

Digna nieta de la bella

Que paseaba majestuosa

En aquella gran aldea

De ventanas coloniales

Y patrullas federales

Sos la flor de Buenos Aires

Porteñita idolatrada

Copia fiel de aquella estampa

Que hace tiempo que se fue

Milonga 1939

To the sound of your majesty

Today I saw you

for my big city

And in you I discovered

that the copy you are

of one that I forgot

and that, like you

Porteña was…

You are the flower of Buenos Aires

exquisite porteñita

Worthy granddaughter of the beautiful

who walked majestically

In that great village

from colonial windows

And federal patrols

You are the flower of Buenos Aires

idolized porteñita

Faithful copy of that print

That she's been gone for a long time