Mamuasel Ivonne was a pebeta
which in the old quarter of Montmartre,
with his brave face of gay griseta
anim? the festival of Les Quatre Arts.
It was the Latin neighborhood papusa
who knew the points of the verse to inspire ...
But it was that one day an Argentine arrived
and the Frenchwoman made her sigh.
Madame Ivonne,
the Southern Cross was like the sign,
Madame Ivonne,
it was like the sign of your luck ...
Gray Lark,
your pain moves me
Your pain is snow ...
Madame Ivonne ...
Ten years have gone by? of France,
Mamuasel Ivonne today is only Madam ...
The one who will see that everything is? In the distance
with very sad eyes he drinks his champagne.
It is no longer the papusa of the Latin Quarter,
is no longer the mistonga florcita de lis,
nothing is left ... Nor that Argentine
that between tango and mate the alz? from Pars
Only among all we can make this a better place :)