As alive as light itself,
Beautiful like a blossom,
Filled with kindness
And innocence.
Her singing is a violin,
Her laughter is a bell
And her voice, a throstle...
She's like that.
When I sing,
I'd like to paint
Your smiley shape,
Woman of Buenos Aires. 1
And (I'd like to) say,
To anyone who wants to listen,
To the sound of this little milonga...
She's like that.
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When she gives her love
She is fire and passion,
She's blushing modesty, she's loyalty
And abnegation.
Without spite, she nobly lends
Her forgiveness even while suffering
The vilest of betrayals:
She's like that.
A woman's heart,
Maternal heart,
Blue illusion,
The home's warmth.
She's capable of, without fear,
Killing and dying
Out of filial love:
She's like that.
1. Porteño, a is the colloquial demonym for the inhabitants of Buenos Aires.