Madame Ivonne

Madame Ivonne

Madame Ivonne

Miss Ivonne was a young girlMamuasel Ivonne era una pebeta
who in the real neighborhood of old Montmartre,que en el barrio posta de viejo Montmartre,
with her tough look of a cheerful girlcon su pinta brava de alegre griseta
livened up the party at Les Quatre Arts.animó la fiesta de Les Quatre Arts.
She was the doll of the Latin QuarterEra 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 French girl sigh.y a la francesita la hizo suspirar.

Madame Ivonne,Madame Ivonne,
the Southern Cross was like the sign,la Cruz del Sur fue como el signo,
Madame Ivonne,Madame Ivonne,
it was like the sign of your luck...fue como el signo 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 set sail from France,Han pasado diez años que zarpó de Francia,
Miss Ivonne is now just Madam...Mamuasel Ivonne hoy solo es Madam...
She sees that everything remained in the distanceLa que va a ver que todo quedó en la distancia
with very sad eyes she drinks her champagne.con ojos muy tristes bebe su champán.
She is no longer the doll of the Latin Quarter,Ya no es la papusa del Barrio Latino,
she is no longer the mistonga little flower of lilies,ya no es la mistonga florcita 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 Parisque entre tango y mate la alzó de París