Milonga of the 900s

I like the uneven
And I don't walk on the sidewalk;
I wear fungi like Massera,
I wear military boots.

I loved her because I loved her
And that's why I'm suffering;
She left me, I don't even know when,
I don't know when she'll come back.

The guitars mention her to me
When they play their song,
The little streets of the neighborhood
And the edge of my facon.

The stars mention her to me
And the wind of the suburb;
I don't know why they mention her to me
If I can't forget her.

I'm distrustful in love,
And I'm trusting in the game;
Where I'm invited, I stay
And where I'm not needed, too.

I'm from the party of everyone
And I get along with everyone
But know this:
I'm a man of Leandro Alem.

I don't like the cobblestones
And I don't go for the modern;
I rest when I'm sick,
And after I've healed.

I love her because I love her
And that's why I forgive her;
There's nothing worse than a grudge
To live embittered...