Madame Ivonne

Madame Ivonne

Madame Ivonne

Mademoiselle, Ivonne was a young girlMademoiselle, ivonne era una pebeta
In the real neighborhood of old Montmartre.En el barrio posta del viejo montmartre.
With her tough look of a cheerful girlCon su pinta brava de alegre griseta
She brightened the parties of that boulevard.Alegró las fiestas de aquel boulevard.
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,
Until one day an Argentine fell for herHasta que un buen día cayó 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 fate;La cruz del sur fue como un sino;
Madame Ivonne,Madame ivonne,
It 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 pasado diez años que zarpó de francia,
Mademoiselle Ivonne is now just 'Madame',Mademoiselle ivonne hoy es sólo "madame",
Seeing that everything remained in the distanceLa que al 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 charming little flower of lilies...Ya no es la mistonga florcita de lis...
She has nothing left, 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 alzó de parís.