De Buenos Aires Morena

From Dark Buenos Aires

De Buenos Aires Morena

Wind that came from the south,Viento que vino del sur,
was its girl's ardor,fue su ardor de muchacha,
brown pollen on the skin,polen moreno en la piel,
and in her voice the fragrance.y en su voz la fragancia.

It brought the happy scent,Trajo el aroma feliz,
of the flower from her patio,de la flor de su patio,
the desire to see and live,ganas de verse y vivir,
revealed by her hands.develaban sus manos.

I know a poet loved her,Se que un poeta la amó,
and put her in his song,y la puso en su canto,
and that his song cried,y que su canto lloró,
when he saw her leave,cuando la vio partir,
from dark Buenos Aires,de Buenos Aires morena,
eyes of tears and miracle,ojos de llanto y milagro,
forge of kisses that give,fragua de besos que entregan,
her lips burning.sus labios quemando.

When she returns to the south,Cuando regresa hacia el sur,
not even the kisses reach her,ni los besos le alcanzan,
love flashes like lightning,relampaguea de amor,
and the goodbye bleeds her,y el adiós la desangra,
she must be stolen from the south,hay que robarla del sur,
and taken to life,y a la vida llevarla,
give the night the light,darle a la noche la luz,
of her stolen laughter.de su risa robada.

I know a poet trembled,Se que un poeta tembló,
when he could find her,cuando pudo encontrarla,
She returned to his arms,Ella a sus brazos volvió,
Through southern roads,Por caminos del sur,
from dark Buenos Aires,de Buenos Aires morena,
she must be stolen by singing,hay que robarla cantando,
drunken birds and stars are calling her,pájaros ebrios y estrellas la vienen llamando,
and the wind's cicadas hang their song on her.y las cigarras del viento le cuelgan su canto.