Текст и перевод песни Juan D'Arienzo - Milonga Querida

Milonga Querida

No la pintaron los poetas
En sus versos seductores,
Ni conocieron su vida
Ni el amor de sus amores.
Fue la más linda del barrio
Y por linda, codiciada,
Y más de cien entreveros
Su belleza provocó.
Pero ella bien conocía
Quién en silencio la amaba
Y a nadie al fin comprendía
Pues con ninguno se daba;
Por verla sola, muy sola,
Mil comentarios se hicieron
Y difamaron su nombre
Al no conseguir su amor.
Aquel muchacho tan triste,
Tan humilde y tan sencillo,
Se fue en silencio una noche
Del alegre conventillo.
Y aquella piba bonita
Por bonita codiciada,
Cargó una tarde sus cosas,
Y a su barrio no volvió.

My Sweet Milonga

Poets never wrote about her
In their seductive verses,
Nor did they know her life
Nor the love of her loves.
She was the most beautiful in the neighborhood
And because she was beautiful, she was coveted,
And more than a hundred fights
Her beauty provoked.
But she knew well
Who loved her in silence
And she finally understood no one
Because she did not give herself to anyone;
For seeing her so alone, very alone,
A thousand comments were made
And they slandered her name
When they failed to get her love.
That boy so sad
So humble and so simple,
Left silently one night
The cheerful conventillo.
And that pretty girl
Because she was pretty and coveted,
Packed her things one afternoon,
And she never returned to her neighborhood.