| Noisy milonguera, that you go for it with a crazy soul
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| The one that makes the cabaret vibrate with your happy laughter
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| The one that carries joy in the eyes and in the mouth
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| The one who was always the queen of partying and pleasure
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| Everyone knows you as crazy and reveler
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| Everyone would doubt what I can swear
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| That I saw you the other night, standing in a shop window
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| Contemplating a doll with desire to cry
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| I asked you what you had and you answered me: nothing
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| Guessing when seeing you, so disturbed
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| That it was your attempt to hide the truth from me
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| The smile that your lips drew was frozen
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| And an unexpected treacherous tear
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| Like a pearl from your eyes it went to roll
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| Who would have thought, milonguera, you who always laughed
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| You who always made fun of sorrows and love
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| You were going to show the lint, getting serious and sad
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| Before a humble doll, modest and worthless
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| Don't worry, milonguita, I'll keep your secret
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| Because of me no one will ever know that you have stopped laughing
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| But don't look at the poor little doll again
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| That it reminds you of the days that you will no longer be able to live
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| Laugh always milonguera noisy casquivana
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| Why do you want to embitter your life?
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| Thinking of things that cannot be
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| Throw a veil on your past, be milonga, be worldly
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| So that men do not discover your bitterness
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| Your tenderness as a woman |