I
A sentimental milonga,
Just to remember you by.
Others complain by crying;
I sing so that I don't cry.
Your love dried up for some reason,
You never told me the tale.
I comfort myself by thinking
It was a woman's betrayal.

Refrain
A man, one who really loves you,
A man, yes I am the one.
A man, who'll forget you wronged me;
I forgive you what you've done.
Perhaps you will never know it,
Perhaps you will not believe,
Perhaps you'll be laughing when you
See me lying at your feet.

II
It's easy to get your vengeance
With the sharp blade of a knife,
Or, on a passing fancy,
To gamble on your life.
But when it's loving that holds you
It's hard to cut apart
The tentacles that so tightly
Are tied around your heart.

III
Milonga to bring back old mem'ries,
A song that your absence made.
You'll never hear this milonga
Sung as a serenade.
You will come back in the nighttime
And with the sun you'll go.
Sometimes a "yes" I'll whisper
Or else I'll shout a "no."