Flor de Fango
Mina, que te manyo de hace rato
Perdoname si te bato
De que yo te vi nacer
Tu cuna fue un conventillo
Alumbrado a querosén
Justo a los catorce abriles
Te entregastes a la farra
Las delicias del gotán
Te gustaban las alhajas
Los vestidos a la moda
Y las farras de champán
Anduviste pelechada
De sirvienta acompañada
Por pasar por niña bien
Y de muchas envidiada
Porque llevabas buen tren
Y te hiciste cachadora
Luego fuiste la señora
De un comerciante mishe
Lo dejaste arruinado
Sin vento, amurado
En la puerta de un café
Después fuiste la amiguita
De un viejo boticario
Y el hijo de un comisario
Todo el vento te saco
Y empezó tu decadencia
Las alhajas amuraste
Y una pieza alquilaste
En una casa 'e pensión
Te hiciste tonadillera
Pasaste ratos extraños
Y a fuerza de desengaños
Quedaste sin corazón
Fue tu vida como un lirio
De congojas y martirios
Solo un dolor te agobio
No tenias en el mundo ni un consuelo
Y el amor de madre te falto
Fuiste papusa de fango
Y las delicias de un tango
Te espiantaron del bulín
Los amigos te engrupieron
Y ellos mismos te perdieron
Noche a noche en el festín
Mud Flower
Mina, I've known you for a while
Forgive me if I bother you
I saw you being born
Your cradle was a tenement
Lit by kerosene
Just at fourteen years old
You surrendered to revelry
The delights of tango
You liked jewelry
Fashionable dresses
And champagne parties
You walked around dressed up
Accompanied as a servant
To pass as a well-bred girl
And envied by many
Because you had a good life
And you became a gold digger
Then you became the wife
Of a Jewish merchant
You left him ruined
Without wind, moored
At the door of a café
Later you were the little friend
Of an old pharmacist
And the son of a police chief
All the money you took
And your decline began
You pawned the jewelry
And rented a room
In a boarding house
You became a singer
You had strange times
And through disappointments
You were left heartless
Your life was like a lily
Of sorrows and torments
Only one pain overwhelmed you
You had no comfort in the world
And lacked a mother's love
You were a mud doll
And the delights of a tango
Drove you out of the apartment
Friends deceived you
And they themselves lost you
Night after night at the feast
Escrita por: A. A. Gentile / P. Contursi