El loco Antonio [English translation]

Milonga that you are thinking

what are you going to say,

don't come out with sadness,

I no longer think of that.

You say I loved her,

you're talking too much,

talk about the Santa Lucía1

twenty one years ago.

Iron bridge over the scrubland,

aimless water, like in the sea,

the moon was abandoning it

and it inundated in the mudhole.

The crazy Antonio loved it more,

wherries and wooden oars,

the ebbs used to find him

thinking and smoking.

Across the bridge, milonga,

remember there's a place

where the herons moan

next to a spring.

Think that in those days

that you want to remember

the Santa Lucia was there

with its bridges and its channel.

Iron bridge over the scrubland,

floods, like in the sea,

the moon was abandoning it

and it inundated in the mudhole.

The crazy Antonio loved it more,

wherries and wooden oars,

the ebbs used to find him

looking to the channel.

1. A stream in Uruguay