Madame Ivonne

Madame Ivonne

Madame Ivonne

Mademoiselle Ivonne was a young girlMademoiselle Ivonne era una pebeta
who in the real neighborhood of old Montmartreque en el barrio posta del viejo Montmartre
with her tough look of a cheerful girl,con su pinta brava de alegre griseta,
animated the parties of Les Quatre Arts.animo las fiestas de Les Quatre Arts.

She was the doll of the Latin Quarter,Era la papusa del Barrio Latino,
who knew how to inspire the points of the verse,que supo a los puntos del verso inspirar,
but it was that one day an Argentine arrivedpero fue que un día llego un argentino
and made the little French girl sigh.y a la francesita la hizo suspirar.

Madame Ivonne...Madame Ivonne...
the Southern Cross was like a fatela cruz del sur fue como un sino
Madame Ivonne...Madame Ivonne...
was like the fate of your luck.fue como el sino de tu suerte.

Grey lark,Alondra gris,
your pain moves me;tu dolor me conmueve;
your sorrow is of snow,tu pena es de nieve,
Madame Ivonne...Madame Ivonne...

Ten years have passed since she sailed from France.Han pasao diez años que zarpo de Francia.
Mademoiselle Ivonne... today she is only madame,Mademoiselle Ivonne... hoy solo es madame,
who, seeing that everything remained in the distance,la que al ver que todo quedo en la distancia,
drinks her champagne with very sad eyes.con ojos muy tristes bebe su champagne.

She is no longer the doll of the Latin Quarter,Ya no es la papusa del Barrio Latino,
she is no longer the charming little flower of lilies...ya no es la mistonga florecita de lis...
nothing is left for her... not even that Argentineya nada le queda... ni aquel argentino
who, between tango and mate, lifted her from Paris.que entre tango y mate la alzo de Paris.