En Casa de Mariquita
Yo soy la china del alto
Bien patriota y bien porteña
Lo dice mi escarapela
Con rebozo nuevo y aros
Fui paseando por la plaza
Para saber lo que pasa
Me volvía para el alto
Cuando fui a una linda fiesta
Con gente de tiros largos
Y señoras muy compuestas
Déjenme que yo les cuente
Lo que vi en aquella casa
De al lado de la ventana
En casa de mariquita
Un canto nuevo dijeron
Y yo lo estoy repitiendo
Yo que soy china del alto
Y que no entiendo de nada
Desde afuera lo entonaba
Dice de un grito sagrado
De laureles y de gloria
De igualdad y libertades
De batallas y victorias
Este canto que es mi patria
Y era el que tanto esperaba
Se me ha prendido en el alma
At Mariquita's House
I am the girl from the heights
Very patriotic and very from Buenos Aires
Says my cockade
With a new shawl and earrings
I was walking through the square
To find out what's going on
I was returning to the heights
When I went to a nice party
With people of high caliber
And very composed ladies
Let me tell you
What I saw in that house
Next to the window
At Mariquita's house
They sang a new song
And I am repeating it
I, who am from the heights
And don't understand anything
Sang it from outside
It speaks of a sacred cry
Of laurels and glory
Of equality and freedoms
Of battles and victories
This song that is my homeland
And was the one I was waiting for
Has stuck in my soul